Immortal Lines on Life by an Anonymous Poet
Immortal lines of loss, immortal lines of tears,lives lived already, swallowed up by the sad years;
Childhood and adulthood anointed by heaven,
and baptized by hell's fallen, demonic children.
In the world of the privileged and few, alone
have I worshiped and prayed in Church, embraced by none:
and recognized in solitude that (for me) life
means isolation, anguish, and depressing strife.
Lord! As thou art now, I'd sooner be God in making;
and free myself from this unfathomable heartbreaking,
this searing of my soul (this burning of my mind)
beyond the pain till there's almost nothing left behind!
On the cold highway of this life I cruise, alone
with no end of the line in sight but the unknown;
for life starts with a dream, and ends in a nightmare:
blessed are these few (they live, then die, ne'er being aware).
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2023-11-02 at 13:43
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