Poem -
Cycle
Conceived consciousness
Drawn from nothingness.
Sent against will into meaty flesh...
To feel the pain of life,
To know its base strife
Repeated each day afresh!
What hated knowledge of existence,
With fleeting memories pleasures
Lost in moments of Death's desires!
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Comments
Hello Philip...
Awesome write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Thank you.