Monday, 24 March 2014

Cést la vie

She closes her eyes and all she can see
Are those aphotic, lurid days she wishes to forget
The feeling of suffocation
Of asphyxiation
Always haunts her empty mind
But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!
Such is life.

Her convivial days gone for her
When she sits all by herself
On a bed that saw many tears
And many nights
Spent in malaise
But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!
Such is life.

Does she know not?
Not always will life be a flowery road
Stars shine, but not without darkness
Suffering often makes good stories
And that there are devilish thoughts also in the most angelic minds
But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!
Such is life.

Does she know not?
Her demons etch her today
For she cannot be beautiful but without little pain
Eventually will her struggles
Strike her as the most beautiful
But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!
Such is life.

Happiness is a road well paved
It bestows opulence to her stride
But can she garden flowers
Or sow saccharine seeds of prolificacy
Upon this sheltered gravel?
But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!
Such is life.

“To live really,
She must
Die a few times whilst she lived”
“She must
Persevere if she encounters fire and brimstone”
Said they
But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!
Such is life.

She must not
Wish away her days
In search of better ones ahead
But savour the ones
That she holds in her hands now
But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!
Such is life.