There Is A Better Life Poem by Cody Allan Turner

There Is A Better Life



Waking up is the hardest part.
It is leaving that comfort and diving face first
Into pain.
It is awakening to face reality
It is knowing what is to come:
We will all die
This will all end
Over, just after we realized it began.
Expressionless faces with
Meaningless waves
Nitty-Gritty nonsense
Slowing tearing us to pieces
Death just before the rip
But not before a crack
Or a few dents.
How putting an end to something
Prevents it from getting worse
Or better.
Once out we are out
Seeing the greener grass
Makes the lawn returned to
Even duller.
Sirens deafening one
Muting the sound of the chirping birds
Rising above of all other sounds
Sitting smog
Like a stationery cloud
Clogs lungs and
Deceives minds.
Clatter of trash tossed around
On the sticky streets
Shrills from a far
Tempt you to scream
So that somewhere someone shakes
At the thought of lives lived like that
And they realize those hapless beings are
Not alone
All of us to some degree are.
Those eyes, them, the ones
Right there haven’t been
Rolled back by death
Shut to hold back the tears
Scarred by inhumane lies
Lies about lying
Lend me those eyes
Let me see through them
Let me not hold back the tears that are bound to arrive

Now, anxious to get back
To bed to dream
And forget about this demanding world.
Must be this, must be that
This is off limits, that is unreachable
Why not, anxious to get out
Of bed to go out into the world
Where the world can be anything
Anything, yes, it could be a dream,
Yes, the world could be a corn-less cornfield
Yes, the world could be a black arrow pointing towards
Different levels of arrays of colors
Flying towards the horizon
For a clear glimpse but not to be blinded
For a promising hour that is this hour
For the day that is tomorrow.
The pieces are all around us
Waiting, to be constructed into a self -created masterpiece.
Waking up is the best part
Miracles occur at a faster rate than they fade
We are not stuck.
We do not have to be stuck.
I dig deep
To the roots of my soul,
In search of that better life
That I know exists.

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