Life is a punishment, Is that true?
Settled nine months in the womb,
Awaits the prison gates open
Which baby could laugh when they were born?
They moaned and wept,
what blemishes that tarnish the purity of the live?
Mother’s eyes teary, whispering faintly
“the devil will not make you guilty”
Father looks after, ’till ready to against the cruel of the world
Their wills:
“Love is misery, if treated with insincerity
The success is painful, if lulled by praises
Be true will not be listened,
Because all choose false bliss
Drowning and trapped in the cycle of life and death
Feel the joy, sorrow, anguish in this deep dark abyss
Isn’t it tormented?
Let’s survive, my dear child
Until the light truly take us
Surrounding countless sin
Melted with the fiery
Deserve the Eden and buried
Her Schizophrenic Diary 
Well woven words about the essence of life and the questions it poses. “Which baby could laugh when they were born?” An awesome question!
thank you so much Charlie…… 🙂
I always asking that in my whole life, never find the right answer. 😛
agreed,
the day has 4 seasons, life has its light and dark moments.
Thanks for sharing.
absolutely it does… you are welcome JIngle……. 🙂
Stunning poem I enjoy being able to feel such a range or emotion even the torment for it makes me appreciate so much more the pleasure
that was my pleasure you enjoy that….
i hope all find their true happiness…. God bless…..
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