Prospering Decline

Why am I supposed to be alive?

To experience the encompassing love,

Just to be strangled by hate thereof?

To hold my family and friends dear,

Just to wait for them to disappear?

To silently obey the laws of loyalty,

Just to be named 'cheater' by society?

To swim in the lake of memories,

Just to drown by the upcoming centuries?

To be enthralled by my wonderful body,

Just to bear illnesses like it was shoddy?

To behold you in the evergreen light,

Just to heavily gulp our truthful plight?

To walk on the straight roads of trust,

Just to be pinned down by the doubt rust?

To drive the fastest ride of madness,

Just to halt with the brakes of sadness?

To give tight hugs of satisfying care,

Just to be left abandoned without a share?

To ignite the candles of constant hope,

Just to sit in dark wearing the despair robe?

So why am I supposed to be alive?

Is it just to help my death survive?

×∞ Adin

26 September 2020