Life Is My Enemy
By Tara Nicole Walker
Monday, June 03, 2002
How can one continue?
How can one move on?
Their soul battered and broken,
Having been for so long.
How can one look past,
The scars that have begun to form?
And/or suppress,
The inside, slowly brewing storm?
Once again, life defies logic,
And beats me to the punch.
I used to love life,
But now I don't that much.
Life has broken my trust,
And my soul and my heart.
How could I not have seen it before?
Life is a twisted piece of metal they call art.
Life is standing here,
And is completely against me.
It's nice that I can finally see,
Life is my enemy.
How can one see past the scars,
When that's all that can be seen?
How can life break you down,
Even while you scream?
How can you possibly,
Take another step,
When icy fingers grasp at your feet,
And your progress they have kept?
How can you keep on moving,
Though you ache so bad for rest?
What is the possible meaning,
Of this ongoing, never ending test?
I want to stop –
To slow down –
To rest.
My nerves are shot –
My throat can no longer make a sound –
I am so tired of this test.
I want to go
Sit down
And then:
Something coming
Through the fog
As a friend.