After All of the Pain Is Exhausted

Gone

It's gone

The fluid words

That would make

Sense

Of everything

It always

Escapes me

The nature of life is transient

And my mind

Is feeble

At best - weak and insufficient - pathetic

A would-be poet

Crushed by the weight of ambivalence

As I get older

I find it harder to find

A reason to live or love

Only that to die in obscurity

Having accomplished nothing

Of which to be satisfied, proud;

For which to be remembered and loved

Is a fate

Worse than

Life

What cruel joke is this?

What horror is existence?

How awful are

The caprices of life?; how torturous

The machinations of the heart and mind?

What joy is to be found for one

Such as me?

Alone for lack of guidance

When words alone

Are as hollow as my soul

And assurances as evil

As the heart of man

There is no hope, only failure

Only disappointment

Only the face in the mirror

A mask of human suffering

A facade of morality

Hiding the true ogre of

God

As its influence runs through

Each limb; each nerve

Encouraging the cultivation of

Mind, body, soul and love

Only to snatch away its breath

Once all hope, all love, all joy, all pain

Pain

Pain

All the pain

All of the pain

Is exhausted

Is

Gone