Like a lightning bolt

Like a lightning bolt
life thunders over me
I am bashed down
just when I think
that I am again on my feet again.

Time flies past much too fast
and the grey
sneaks into my dark brown hair
and between yesterday and now
I am slowly loosing courage

and like taking a track
I try to find the meaning
of my existence
and of life

but somewhere
I have lost the way
and over and over
I am lost in the backwoods

and sometimes when I see the stars
I am looking for a beacon
in the night above me,
but nowhere
I can find anything

as between now and remembering
the darkness
like a black blanket
wants to fold over me the whole time

but I keep on hoping
as if success and happiness
is just over the next hill,
but the journey is long
and my feet are sore
and it’s as if
I am walking alone through life.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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