Haunt

I never thought life was like an ocean
no beginning, no end, no direction
just futile perception.
I never thought life
would be a constant struggle
at the edge of a cliff
Grasping for sharp edges;
it stab, slits, slashes, pierces the depths of the soul.

I never felt the need to ponder on life's purpose;
it was as clear as the eye in the sky
burning its profound omnipotence
while blinding the eye that sought It
It's constant warmth a reminder of existence

How calm were the Songs of Innocence
How peaceful were the slumbers of the sleepers of this quiet earth
How jovial were the days spent in warm company
bursting with goodness, love, comfort with no haste

Now how the Songs of Experience sing in throngs
Reminding one of the illuminating grey
that's searching,  hunting, hovering nigh
to choke, to suffocate, laughing at the throttled gasping for life

I never thought life is like  a pursuit
of discovery, of conquest, of battles to be won
While winding vines of thorns thrive,
the warm sunlight  peeps mild bright;
like a child on Christmas morning's sight
sings of joys in innocent merriment till night.

Perhaps there is hope in all
Perhaps there is none at all
But the plight of the young should only be
Not to be or not to be
but to pursue, to relinquish, to cherish life
in the bravest form of dignity in strife.
For the day shall come when all will perish
and return to The Maker that only He would cherish.