a mortal question

This poem delves into the profound themes of mortality, struggle, and the quest for meaning in the human experience. It reflects on the inevitable cycle of life and death,

The blood we bloom from, 
The Earth we made from 
Alone we come, 
Alone we go. 

The life of man, 
The death of man: 
Sorrow, struggle, sins;
Strengthen the sword of perseverance. 

Oh, Creator! For what do we live? 
For what do we die? 
To be slaves of our obsession? 

Bound to our rule; 
May it be the emperor 
Or a humble slave? 

None shall know longevity; 
For he is a slave
A slave who is a slave. 

In this cycle unbroken, 
What can be freedom?

Author's Note

### Note for Reviewer

Thank you for reading my poem! As a beginner, I welcome your feedback on the theme, imagery, and overall flow. What resonated with you, and where can I improve? Your insights are invaluable as I work to develop my poetic voice. Thank you for your time!

Reviews

[Tumi]

a great message,relatable.
very good

[Thanzeh]

Thank you for your kind words! I'm glad you found the message relatable and effective.
Thanzeh