Pen is my sword .. Mighty and bleeds truth on pages of blank paper with great words to live forever
What is Life ?
One big question I should ask
Such that troubles my mind and seeks answers
What is life?
A gift I must say
Endowed upon us by the creator himself.
Precious like Silver
Priceless like Gold
Specially designed as beautiful artifact
Worth ceaseless adoration
As such giving its inhabitant a chance for self fulfilment
But of what use is life to a deceased soul?
Going back to dust from where he was created
Of what use is Life when something called 'death' snatches this gift away from us taking our loved ones in just a blink of an eye.
Life seems a joke
Yet it is cruel
Love of my life I called him
But ever since he left I've been to hell and am back
Do I still have a soul?
Or am I the Walking dead?
An empty vessel?
Is this life of mine worth a curse ?
Or was I deceived with fancy words of mere men twisted with lies of enormous magnitude
Questions keep popping up in my head
Yet i search far and wide
Thrusting deep into natures mystery
In a quest to unravel answers i doubt I'd ever find
Happiness a rudiment of life making it tasty
But Pain has it ever been merciful ?
Life after Death they would say
What does this truly mean?
Is it perhaps a day of reckoning ?
A replay of all our stay on earth ?
If I could go back in time
I would adventure to where I was formed.
MY LIFE, IN THE BELLY OF A WOMAN WAS WHERE IT ALL BEGUN.
Immortal words of Hope Bomate Nelson