The Bane

Do you find yourself, sick, sick of life’s travesties
Its futilities, its heartbreaks and their inevitability?

Do you then wonder, what do I exist for?
Do you find a definite answer, or do you let melancholia take hold?

For soldiers live to fight and serve, and bridge men to die.
What do (If anything) – Do I exist for? I ask tonight.

Are you sure even of this bane, this existence, the question shall arise.
For I think I am, but never with a certainty of mind.

For flowers exist to look pretty, to sow, and to writhe and die
What do (If anything) – Do I exist for? I ask tonight.

Where is my grand battle? My bastion of goodness?
Where do I make my heroic sacrifice? Where then is my sunset ride?

For heroes exist to overcome adversaries, vanquish evil, and then die.
What do (If anything) – Do I exist for? I ask tonight.

Life’s all a strife. Hell. A pestilence of the most horrible kind.
Few get grand send off. A sacred shrine. Most simply cower before the light.

You, you’re the only thing that makes some sense in this life, of mine.
What do (If anything) – Do I exist for? I ask tonight.

4 thoughts on “The Bane

  1. This is so beautiful. You’ve an unbelievable fluency in your words. The way you start and weave along the whole idea, it keeps the reader moving on. LOVED IT!
    I see, you’re too good with narrative fiction.

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