life

This black hole
called life
drags us
inexorably forward
to the welcome release
called death...

Why does it have to take so long...?

Tragic hope expressed in poetry. Thank you for sharing.

Thanks, tessa. I felt pretty miserable when I wrote it, a bit less so now, though...

I am glad you have been able to move forward, away (even if only a few inches) from the extent of this pain. Thankyou for sharing the hope of release, of peace with us, Valkyrie

Thank you for your kind words poetic justice.... they are appreciated.

I think what you say its true, your poem is of great inspiration....few people read Nietzsche nowadays...