This life is a battle between bad and worse. There’s no other way to see it when you’re born under a curse. And the only glimmer of hope is when they deliver your body inside a hearse.
The death rattle they hear is your long awaited verse. As you move away from a life in which you would gladly disperse. Embracing one's death, hoping one day you’ll be immersed.
Until then you’re stuck in a life you find disgustingly perverse. And instead of going forward you’re jammed in reverse. Hoping one day as you take the hits you’ll be reimbursed.
But lets be honest this world is hell and it’s only getting worse.
Author notes
Life, the way it really is, is a battle not between Bad and Good but between Bad and Worse. Joseph Brodsky
A contest entry
- Pre-writes, new poems, Anything by Hello...No.One.Home.
525 points, ended September 24, 2008, 104 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Addicted to Pain by xXCadyBabbiXx.
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Comments
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Wow, this is beautiful.
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Oh so true.
The shortness of it pulled you up and made you think about what you read which I think creats a large impact.
A wonderful write and I wish you all the best for he future.
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So very true y friend! Although from my perspective, I would not say Hell in bad terms, but either way, the point is, this world is going to shit. Bravo on you revelations. Good job and good luck.
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