The Meaning Of Life Poem by John Myers

There's an ocean of surprising rise
Of sun-baked dark moments of day, dies
To fight, screams to remain alive
And take rights to death
From light to someone's eyes

Longing...

In a surface of nocturnal prize
A basking and raking of life
There's an understatement, trite
Beginning to might, what one calls
His own demise

Obtaining...

Across caverns forgotten wage war
In singly obtuse paramount fore-
thought of riches and torn
Between love of life and death
In the madness of mind, love of life a bore

Victory...

Simple to put as a day to despise
In a way a make-shift want to realize
Eyes, staring, beating hearts revise
The lost canyon's an aching of mourn
Taking flight to, lies to, symbolize...

Epiphany!

Waking up to another day forewarned
In acquiescence of trifles awakened
And longing, and seeing, and touched
Oh how lovely it is
To love those who have never been loved!

Incredibly, this is life!