The Hell of Life Incarnate

A poem I collaborated on with my brother, Kenesu. I wrote the first and third stanzas, and he wrote the second and fourth.

Perhaps this life is just a lie.

Just a blind race until the day we die.

Well, I refuse to run it, 

I'd rather fight it.

Grab the torch, set it, and light it.

Burn it all down into one catastrophic mess.

These are the dreams I must confess.

Confess to those who feel they know me for what they see

Though are clueless of what truly lies beneath of core

as what's set and stored is more than what's seen to rest ashore

as this soul

priceless

yet lifeless within the same breathe

as it struggles to fight for survival

yet lacks muscle and might to strike and keep sight of its on revival

so...

death remains.

The in-between struggle is worthless,

It's reckless abandoned.

Yet you try to control it,

You try to console it,

Try so damned hard to not abhor it!

But on the inside you're fragile,

Because your life is such a hassle.

Why try to look alive and breathing,

When on the inside you're just dying and seething?

With each day replaying the same scene of failure

to the point where.... learning to cope is hopeless

as it seems we're merely dying from breathing

Inhale the pain,

exhale stress;

Inhale what's left,

exhale death.

As desperate cries for help only fall to land beside myself

for standing in a puddle of my own shame

is where it seems I'm destined to remain.

By: Nightingale & Kenesu

Reviews

[Pradeep Nair]

wonderful opening.....catching lines...
Confess to those who feel they know me for what they see----> A declaration of truth.
The in-between struggle is worthless, It's reckless abandoned. ---> A surrender towards knowledge.

Though ending with a little salty eyes...really explained what you intended to...
Beautiful...
Will read more from you..

[Nightingale Silva]

Thank you so very much!

[Martin]

Great poem, you and your brother did a fantastic job!