What is Life?

What is Life?

Is it a sequence of days,

a light like a flash of rays,

or a struggle, a strife?

Is it a verse of a poem?

A sum of words said,

the sound of words unsaid,

or the time, a passing whim?

Is life the wind's breeze?

The cold chill of winter's kiss,

the fear of a snake's hiss,

or the sound of a child's sneeze?

We live life, we keep it rolling,

Surely not knowing

where we are heading.  

Escrito originalmente durante internação no Hospital Dia, 27/01/2023

Ilustração gerada por IA (Gemini)

Loneliness

Sometimes I feel empty. 
I journey into dismay,
discontent and self-pity
entering a void no one may.

I grieve of losses I never had,
I lament for loves that never came
Torment my soul, sad,
With a struggling shame.

All this darkness, this pain,

this undying abyss,

this never ending rain

makes me want to stop all of this.

Sometimes the fight is so intense

that I decay, exhausted,

in darkness so dense

that no one should have followed.

And then I fall asleep

I enter the realm of nothingness

where reality is flipped

and there’s only vagueness

There aren’t whys or hows

in this profound emptiness,

in the void of dreamless drowse

only sweet dull loneliness.

Créditos da imagem: Deutche Welle