Taking life and feeding death
a broken path, a fork in the road.
Screaming, beating, defeating,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Whispering cruel thoughts, stealing breath
voicing once hidden intentions.
Taking life and feeding death.
Gentle heat, steadfast heart
killing death to take a chance on life every fourth.
Fighting, winning and losing,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Encouraging and coaxing, giving life
pushing back the darkness until its turn to submit.
Taking death and making life.
Whipped around, a vicious cycle
full of life and death, each vital to survival.
Giving up, making a new start, taking a chance on something new
Still making no sense at all, but perhaps it's not ment to.
Degrading, crushing, Encouraging, freeing
Compromise, age, learning to wait.
Life and death, each vital to survival.
I love the way you almost have two cycles going in this poem, life being born every time someone dies and vice versa, aswell as the season cycle of the year.
yes, this is very interesting, Laura. 'killing death to take a chance on life every fourth' was a line that rjumped out at me, the same as your reversal of 'Taking death and making life.' misquoted your title in a message I sent you and that is because you have played on the phrase 'a vicious circle' and given things a twist which expands the connotations...the cycle of life etc. Good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written -midnightmaiden