Life Poem by kizza michael

life

life, dark days life, nothing, but life
On the dip of that womb, crying, and fighting
knowing that i have to move through life,
i could not stop, but to others it was happiness.
And neither did i hear nor know life, but i knew it is not a thanks giving festival.
They washed me cleaner than I had been
Faithfully, they all looked wasteful.
happiness in speech, but worries in thought of my life
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
life is just a prayer to them.
life is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the end, but its destiny of my life
Either in pain or thus in sympathy, but all the same in meaning of life.
Helplessly living, this life in sorrow while others joy because of it.
Like a fish in water,
Am strong to live life, but weak as notes of a chain to end life.
l Like those who dont love life, but live in it because its no pain if lost.
life now is death and the dead are walking.
everyday death is my song in the world as my hymn is birth. i have dissolved that excepting the love of death, and the birth is the only way to life.
life is myth, friction or...........
tell me, disappointed. why was i born.