Am writing from a dark place
Perhaps my thoughts are not straight
But What is the essence of life
To find some perversion in pain?
To watch someone suffer unending
Righteous in all his doings
For years with no end in sight
Forced to beg for an end
What's the point of it all
My inner nihilist calls
For some meaning behind all this
Suffering unending till deaths reprieve
This suffering I just don't get
To break our spirits before death?
Or a miracle waiting to happen
After we've all but cried our eyes out
Who knows what am thinking
That I can't put anything in writing
Maybe I needed to let this out
So someone clears my doubts
I've had a really rough day. I'll try and make a decent article before the day runs out
