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
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