Life

Life will break you.
This wicked thing,
Fooled you in your innocent years,
Built you up and then, without warning
Stripped you naked,
Humiliated you,
Deemed you unworthy,
An existence brought to nothingness

Life is two faced,
Hiding black lies beneath radiant smiles.
Dichotomous:

Delicate and lovely one moment, a fragile
thing spun of gossamer thread.
It winks and waves, beacons you close,
But reach out and touch it, it is gone, destroyed.

Savage and cruel the next
Like stone,
Cold, hard, unfeeling
Offering solace only in its firmness, its constance.
A sick pleasure you derive in knowing that it's real,
and through your pain so are you.

Life taunts you:
A tease with her chiffon veils,
Allowing glimpses of forbidden happiness,
and promises never meant to be fulfilled.
And you long for these promises, to drink the
sweet nectar of the Gods.

Like greedy children, you grasp and grab at it
But your cup shall not runeth over.
Instead it will slip though fingers that try to contain it,
to imprison it, to make it yours forever

But forever was never yours,
Instead, life consummated your virgin existence with
grief and loss,
Demanding that you bow down in reverence, nay, deference
before it.
Empty you are,
Torn,
Broken.

But somewhere as you lie in pieces,
You begin to understand,
That beauty is not birthed without pain,
That life is not perfect,
But it was never meant to be so,
You cannot fix it,
But it is not broken,
It just is.

Clairvoyance, comprehension of the beast's nature
was not meant for you.
Even the prophets, the geniuses could only
conceive pieces, that, if fitted together would
only compound the madness!

It was not meant for you to find purity in its'
perversion
It was meant for you to experience and, in so
doing find yourself and your truth.