Products of Life
Why, if having a heart and heaving with its flow
On high tides, riding its waves with a majestic pretence
And accepting its falls with humble palms
Makes of me a fool, one stupid enough as to be used,
Pray, know that my feelings, in the very end, are that
Which allow me to live, as humanly as anyone on Earth would!
My pains are similar to those felt by the rest of the world
Same goes for my joys,
And that makes of life a prison, senseless and meaningless,
Revolving on itself without purpose, taking us
There where the road ends, propelling us not on the way forward,
Rather, pushing us back to those same bold waves we have been
Is this the essence of life then? whispered my tears to the wind,
We fight battles that are not worth fighting for,
We stress ourselves out only to emerge as losers
Why, we live, only to die, as if we were raw materials, needed
To create products, which once used, and abused of,
Can be recycled, mercilessly!
If this is life's meaning, then, pray, glorious be Inexistence's peace!
27 Feb 2019
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2019