Realities Of Our Lives

on the day that we were born
we were tight and glossy
they worship our slightest smile
our laughter they always adore
they are proud of our hair
everything in us is divine

time strips us slowly
the days peel us
we are like slaves stripped of
every possession

we bleed and we shed off tiny
layers of our skins
the surface gives up to what is deep
within our structure
there are pains
stabs of light and piercing stares
we are laden with guilt
and we go to some places
to unload what seems to sink
us to the bottom of
our chaos

soon, time is fed up
laughing at the way our bones rankle
proclaiming its triumph over
every loss we have

we are not shaken to this truth
about dying and the fact that soon we will be forgotten
we were so kind to give up everything
we were so truthful to our nature
we are strangers and we are not permanent dwellers here
we tell time
we were meant for something beyond it
we are loved by the gods
and we finally join them for the final feast
of our lives.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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