Sadistic, Sarcastic, Sardonic - Life
Prisoned by the walls of this enormous globe,
Limiting yourself, but yet keeping hope,
Watching the birds manoeuvring in the sky,
Envying the creature, wish you could fly.
Fishing new meaning to life each day,
In a fishless pond, like bait less hook you sway,
Learning something new, searching for something profound,
Life is a maze; you’re just lost and found.
You strive for acceptance, you push yourself hard,
You cry for approval, you cry for applaud,
You reach the peak; you’re everyone’s star,
They treat you like God, cos you have the power.
Then starts the downfall, here comes the plight,
Layers are lifted, only true friends in sight.
Time has turned and showed you the finger,
The woman you married now sleeps with your neighbour.
You loose everything, your friends turn foe,
For a loaf of bread, their gardens you mow.
Silently bearing all their atrocities,
You vow to yourself, you’ll repay their generosities.
Marooned at the square, you the feel the pain,
The vows you had taken, you can never attain.
You strip yourself naked to get little attention,
Ignorance of the world adds to your desperation.
You stand at the terrace next to the spiked square,
You bid an adieu, you wonder if they care,
You make the leap; you hear the final bell,
You’re stuck on the spike, caught between heaven and hell.
Limiting yourself, but yet keeping hope,
Watching the birds manoeuvring in the sky,
Envying the creature, wish you could fly.
Fishing new meaning to life each day,
In a fishless pond, like bait less hook you sway,
Learning something new, searching for something profound,
Life is a maze; you’re just lost and found.
You strive for acceptance, you push yourself hard,
You cry for approval, you cry for applaud,
You reach the peak; you’re everyone’s star,
They treat you like God, cos you have the power.
Then starts the downfall, here comes the plight,
Layers are lifted, only true friends in sight.
Time has turned and showed you the finger,
The woman you married now sleeps with your neighbour.
You loose everything, your friends turn foe,
For a loaf of bread, their gardens you mow.
Silently bearing all their atrocities,
You vow to yourself, you’ll repay their generosities.
Marooned at the square, you the feel the pain,
The vows you had taken, you can never attain.
You strip yourself naked to get little attention,
Ignorance of the world adds to your desperation.
You stand at the terrace next to the spiked square,
You bid an adieu, you wonder if they care,
You make the leap; you hear the final bell,
You’re stuck on the spike, caught between heaven and hell.
2 Comments:
It so suits the title - this poem of yours... 'sarcastic, sadist, sardonic'. The poem is bitterly true. What i made out of it is mediocrity. It shows lack of standing up for your own beliefs and just goind the way you are 'supposed to'... the last line 'stuck between heaven and hell' conveys the lack of real meaning and more so purpose.
Well, first off, this piece is real deep..real interesting..reflects a kinduva cynicism though, is life really that bad, eh?
absolutely loved some of the lines..esp the last one, real creepy, somehow expresses stark reality..
however, on a more optimistic note, i await the sequel:
"Sadistic, Sarcastic, Sardonic - Life: NOT!"
write on..
Cheers \m/, (+.+) ,\m/
Stardust
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