Life is like a circle
Life is like a maze
Everyone is trying to find a way out
A way out of the dazzling haze
The haze that follows but never rest
It doesn’t stop until the it takes away the best
The best of people
And the best of the finest lifes
The best of empty and memories of unforgettable sorrow
It leaves only the remnants of a bleeding heart
to forget about the beginnings of the next tomorrow
Life is like a reflection in the mirror
You see all the good and bad,
You hear the evil and the gruesome
You taste the red water between your teeth
You feel the vibrations of the world collapsing around you
All the corruption and oh, the things people do
The constant bullying and bickering
Only leads to a child slicing through their own skin
Afraid of sticking up for themselves
Afraid of letting themselves win
Schools sit and watch the problem but don’t do a thing
They feel no compassion for the child that’s suffering
Til the kid stops taking in carbon, they’ll remain the same
Life is like a circle
Life is like a maze
The greys of the world never seem to change
All the dirty secrets, and the belivus lies
The so called husbands and wives
forgetting their vows that they have made
Sinning against the Holy One; most of the time with no regrets
They walk around with a smile of approval like marriage isn’t commitment
Well, here’s from my perspective:
Women don’t go to another man hoping he’ll provide something that her husband hasn’t
And men don’t go to another women relying on the one thing;
The one thing that men desire, one thing that you admire
You make something beautiful until something ugly
Trust me, that key you hold won’t get you nowhere
Life is like a balloon
wrapped in plastic cocoon
It pops when pressure is applied
or when it doesn’t have a ride of helium
Pain arises while happiness fades
Poisons of all colors driving the brain insane
Causing disruption, violence, arrests
making everything hazy
Destroying family relationships and losing trust
Lust of marriages just disappears; like it was never there
It’s like the family are strangers who just met
Parents spitting out angry threats
putting their inside angry and stress on a child
Leaving souvenirs of purple bruises that last a while
Oh, and don’t forget about the unwanted and wanted birth(s)
Newborns hearts stopping at its first breath of its new day
Children getting left on the streets and forced to stay at adoption center; waiting for the someone to love them and bring them in
Or the way selfish new mothers forgetting the beauty of having child and says:
“It was an accident”
To the men in blue uniforms and fancy suits
Going to court, the jury don’t buy the excuses
The mother throws on her orange suit and companies the cell
Boy, does her family wish her well!
Life is like a circle
Life is like a maze
You can’t deny everything I said was true
Even a newborn knows what’s coming it’s way
Maybe it’s not that bad afterall,
we have a little left time I say Live to the fullest
-Sunday
November 12, 2017
Amaya Cowan
Poetry