This Life flays the Soul

Disparate parts, decaying, lifeless

Strips the Spirit bare of Meaning

I circle through Life again and again

Searching for the Spark of Joy

Spoken of in childhood hopes and scattered dreams

Until Death holds me by the throat

I choke on this thing called Life

For there are no answers here

In the in-between

Only whispered lies and false promises

-Jason B

 

 

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