Confronting the wall of existence
. . . I do fear
the terror! . . . the terror!
ever knowing that somber truth
whistling so in the breeze
crying out to me in anguished tone:
“exist! . . . exist!”
the horror gappling within me
hooking my soul and giving a yank
oh . . . such pain do I know
why does such pain exist?
how does one escape such horror?
where does one hide?
everywhere I see . . . the fact of existence
here . . . there . . . and over there too
its cold weight bares upon me
such burden no man can stand
free me from such turmoil!
liberate me from such slavery!
my anguished self can bare no more
gazing upon such hopeless despair
worn out have I become
on the playing field of the fact
losing to life – it wins!