Ah! The twisted curls of life,
How they wind around us with an undying ever lasting grip,
Do they let go when we let go of this world
or do they hold on to us in a never ending cycle
or perhaps the cycle does end but where oh where might it go
Are the curling vines of life also the twisting weeds of death
and who are we to tell the difference of life and death
The death punishment of another better life
the curls of life twisting around us in a never ceasing grip
Do these invisible vines truly affect our lives for the better or for the worse is the question
Oh how many questions there are for what it is like to be gone
| ||| Posted on 2012-01-18 00:00:00 | by ElspethRoseWolf | [ Reply to This ] || i think you meant "there" in the last line...|
but i like this piece and questions it poses....and what it is like to be gone?
i wonder too...what really happens...is it a cycle are we recycled...reincarnation?
is there a heaven? a hell? or does it just end and we turn back to dust...
lots to wonder...nice way you used the metaphor of the vines...
|| Posted on 2012-01-18 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] ||| Posted on 2012-01-17 00:00:00 | by ElspethRoseWolf | [ Reply to This ] |