Life is meaningless, you will die.
All that awaits is the same primordial stillness
We are alone in a deep abyss filled with greater beings
That are indefferent to our presence
Horrifying, I wish it weren't true, and so it is
That humanity's greatest curse is our awareness
Of this world, it only brings fear
perhaps it is true as they say
Ignorance is a bliss
Alone in the forest of darkness
Wearing Fear as a blanket on my sleeves
That will always leave me cold
"Yesterday was history, tomorrow is a mystery
Today is a gift, that's why it's called the present"
That's what she used to say, to remind me
That there was more to live for when the sounds
Of the shutting doors echoed like an ache in my head
That I wanted to give up, I started to write my own
Obituary, words dipped in an ocean of tears
There was nothing much to write besides sadness
The broken beats of yesterday's sad music
Come creeping in, as the light fades on the
Stillness of the wind, my soul wears off
As my body descends the stairs of death
I am now a mere dot in the timeline
I had dreams, I wanted to be known
And praised by many, to die a good man
But today I lay in the cold with loneliness
And fear sneaking in with the cold wintery rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very impressive write, Lundi. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.