Suffering

For some time now I have seen clearly How from suffering my eyes are growing larger, The furrows in my face and brow are growing deeper, And my smile has grown bitter... ...and I have come to realize That the coming days Will no longer be constructive ones Of energy and work, but simply the passing Of a waning life.

With time, I have come to see How this treacherous life Has singed Each of my senses, One by one, Until nothing remains Of the joy I once had.

Oh life, I did not know before How much I dreaded Your grip That strangles Ruthless.

But helpless now, I gaze into the mirror and see How from suffering my eyes are growing larger, The furrows in my face and brow are growing deeper, And that soon I will become A tattered banner, Worn and torn In the battles of life.