The Tragedy of Life

Beauty abandons me,
In favour of a dark and forboding self,
One so twisted and ugly
It cannot be looked upon by human flesh.

Pain - fresh and raw,
Stinging as salt does in a self-inflicted wound,
Sadistic and completely necessary -
Washes over me
In an awesome wave of realisation and truth.

I feel strangely elated,
And yet I have hit rock bottom
With a fantastic force greater than all things of this cruel
And somehow victorious earth,
And I crawl on my stomach.

I sob and weep at the satire,
The natural ease with which the body degenerates
Before the soul can even begin to appreciate
The pain and fear and simple terror I feel,
To be alone and lonely in the world again.

How paradoxial, to be free
And yet feel so incredibly trapped!
How ironic, that freedom should be granted
Just as I no longer desire it!
And how typical that my Maker could be the breaker
Of my spirit, love and hope.

How tragic life is.