Fleeting Poem by Samael Wolf

Moment to moment
happiness fades to memory
the smile is gone
sometimes to return

never exactly the same
sometimes the path chosen
leads us to a wall
insurmountable, rising to the clouds

it envelopes with silent isolation
this grinding sound comes from within me
like the gnawing of rats on concrete
I bleed within, nothing falls to the ground

no telltale sign of alarm
No need to be concerned
It happens every day
thinking about life, beginning to end

mine didnt start well, a brutal birth
so I was told,
a small bruised baby
that already found this worlds

hurt and pain at day one.
Its a parade of tragedy, this life of ours
with small moments of brief, fleeting happiness
the horrible thing is,

memories of those moments
tear me apart.
If I could stop my life, put it on eternal pause
I would return to the smiles, jumping from one

to another,
never advancing, just living
for those days, short as they were.
But I cannot, I must live in this hardscrabble

survival of the fittest world,
I will fight and live, albeit lonely
and enjoy, sometimes
that brief moment
when I smile.