the sound of life
we breath in new
the air is fresh
we breathe out stale
the air is old
it's the circle of life
that keeps
all alive
as the machine of existence
drives forward
along the road to mystery
and into the unknown light
but sometimes that once bright light
fades
the road becomes dark
and leads to purgatory
the darkness feeds and feeds
to satisfy its hunger
an hunger that lurks in the dark
then the road leads to blue skies
sunny days of no rain
palm trees on a sunny beach
tranquillity in the golden rays
while sitting on golden sand
looking out to waters blue
and deep
as we breath in
and
we breathe out
Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment