In this life,
shadows and bones,
It's as if nothing truly known.
Blood, it surges through our veins,
Pounding like unstoppable trains.
Marrow, joints, and heart's wild beats,
A rhythm of life, where it all meets.
In our heads, the brain's in play,
A circus of thoughts, night and day.
Emotions rise, storm like seas,
Frustration, stress, bring us to our knees.
Depression, pain, both deep and real,
Physical and mental, the things we feel.
But, people, we often don't see,
The fact of life's fragility.
On this stage, we play our part,
But it's a fleeting work of art.
In the end, we'll stand alone,
With shadows and bones, our only own.
we shout, we dare,
To recognize life's fleeting glare.
The clock keeps ticking,
time's unforgiving,
Shadows and bones,
what's left for the living?
About the Creator
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
This was so deep and thought provoking! I loved it!
Nice one!