Love under Torque

…could it ever be said that life was easy…?
No one claims it, the meandering of day to day, week to week, year to year; what can be said…?
I love you, yet I give you pain, anguish, misery, heartache,
Life rolls on through the hell bent storm….
I want what I want when I want it, I tell you my life is important, look at me, satisfy me.
The squall climbs over the mountain of lies and roguery,
Who is ANYONE to tell ME what life is about…?
I KNOW BETTER… I know nothing.
Everyone has the questions, endless questions, ask some of these to yourselves you feeble souls, Realize IT is not about anyone in particular;
It is about survival, about living to see another day.
The blame game is eternal, ongoing, detrimental, caustic, deadly, and inevitable.
Give me what I want, give me it all, give me peace.
The tortuous of day to day, again and again, who is anyone to tell me anything?
Tumultuous mind-bending life of mine, on and on, yet and still, no one knows.

Comments

  • SummerJade
    SummerJade8 months ago

    Reminds me of my favorite Woody Allen quote…………
    “Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering – and it’s all over much too soon.” ☺

  • This is so true….. that’s my ideal exactly, I wasn’t sure how to express it in a poem as much as a commentary to my journal. Then without being curt, saying that the irony of it all is that whatever you do will make a play in life’s ups and downs as we also go up and down………….

    – MINDSET