In Search of Rest

What a life;

Grown weary,

Tired of being brought up to great heights, yes lifted up by sincere ambitions,

Foolishly allowing myself (arrogance) to trust in another,

Only to witness a fall of immeasurable distance,

 A great plummet wherein there is no soul present to grab hold of!

 

What a day;

Waking up, seeing the sun shining through the window, hearing the care free birds just behind,

But tragedy,

When you now realise those are the only pleasures you'll see today or any day!

The sun sets, and the birds leave,

Isolating you with nothing but your troubles and an unquenchable thirst to attain liberation!

 

What to say;

Giving up on expression,

Yes I make known the troubles I face, but to what end? For what benefit?

Do not all go through such problems?

No, some tread upon more treacherous earth, so what then is my purpose?

When this poem ends,

When the sentence closes at a 'dot'

Has any change been brought about?

 

What irony;

We smile, to only later frown.

We laugh to cry but moments later.

Give to others, only to have the little we cherish taken away!

Pray for OTHERS ONLY TO HAVE THEM DECEIVE YOU AND BRING YOU DOWN TO REGIONS BENEATH THE VERY SOIL WE SO EAGERLY TRAMPLE!

 

What stress;

In this life the only faithful thing is suffering!

Noone, not a soul, not a being can deny that the happiest moments we 'may' experience carry greater suffering just behind as a dog with its tail!

Fight, LOOOL fight, prepare for life's challenges,

No, go ahead, make ready your arms and defenses against the pains and sufferings ahead,

But do this not in an effort to achieve happiness.

 

Must you fight for a cause?

Is it in your blood to persue a reward worth holding on to?

Worth putting your life down for that another may pick up?

Then battle for an end;

Fight for a time of no fighting!

Start wars to reach a time where there are no wars.

Interrupt peace to make peace!

 

 

"All is vanity"

 

Fight only for slumber.

Go in search of rest-make rest your reward.

Cherish it as a mother her child,

As a father his son.

Hold deeply on to that sweet sensation, that blessed serenity,

For it brings you a means of escape.

Yes, in deep sleep, there is no worry, life is what you see it as with your eyes closed.

In rest to your pains, you are numb.

To your worries, absent.

Go in search of a mental retreat, and in such a time, dont ever awake!

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Pay no attention to grammar or punctuation, as this was written during a very emotional time, and for me to have waited or fine tuned, then the effect and essence of this piece would be lost!

Reviews

[Gina]

awww what was wrong sexy... u can always talk 2 me belive it or not...
I LOVE U

[BlessedLove]

and i quote "when the sentence closes at a 'dot'....wow...THAT. WAS. DEEP. and i LOVE it! That hit that emotional corner of ma heart yow! keep writing...God bless :)