What is the purpose of life if it hurts so many to live?

As time dwindles by N0tyetforgotten

Burning beneath times wick

A cesspool of options

Crippled by fear

Too long until the ends near

Fresh air but a mile away

Nothing and nobody is permanent, start the timer for their great escape

Anxiety cutting deep

Wounds unable to heal

How can something so beautiful be so grim?

Nothing Left to spare

A diamond in the rough, or a ruby coated disguised as bare?

Effortless wakes going beyond where the sun sets

Dawn breaks- alas the day sets again

Modern tides in a world so cruel

So little time, so much to do

Dreams are but figments of what could come true

Until next time,

Adieu

Thursday’s Child by Candice Louisa Daquin

Whatever you do

don’t feel sorry

things roll like flashing dice, casting fates

they do not require apology

she is the one on social media

who has no family

no one with the same last name

an orphan of surname

she pretends joining, thou her joins are frayed

there is a lock where her expectations meet

the silt and sloth of each long day

her heart spends most of its time

caring for others the way she wished

she were cared for

giving into a void, it can feel at times

like pouring water into sand and scooping it up

thirsty and forbidden to drink

her goal, to rectify through action

the irreducible inequity

we all suffer under

sometimes without blow

other times seemingly, beseiged

the wax and the wane

she used to believe love was the cure

for every malaise or grief of soul

but with time, even that slouched away

a disappointment within a broken egg shell

we choose scars we recognize

and sometimes they scald us

with their knowing …

one day when she dies

she will not be celebrated or recalled

never wanted commemoration but to

matter when she lived, no after life necessary

her ashes scattered by nobody in particular

to the wilds of the wind

where she will at last be free

to climb to climb to climb