At What Price Is A Wasted Life By: Mi Kali D. On the edge of oblivion Before me the unwavering Truth is spoken in doldrums Beating in my brains Like a mamba gone awry. All in time chaotically placed Memorizing and terrifying Jumbled in madness We may never come to understand The axiom. Choices given, choices squandered Regret and panting after lost choices Throws equalibrium into a spiral Propelling us away further From another chance. Luck is a fantasy Created by drunks To combat their accusing mind, their flailing demeanor To steal peace amidst the tourtured mind. What price must be paid Action taken, action ceased, What planetary alignment Or what wind blows To make life more tolerable, comfortable, placid, again. Is it all over-rated Life is a gift-wrapped empty package The sugar after the medicine Or is it just a means of prolonging the pain.
