Moments

Life’s moments deprived of love

Abandoned among harsh feelings and ridicule

Constant remonstrance acts as sandpaper

Abrasive collision tarnishes the smooth surfaces

Life is depraved and dryness becomes unbearable

Little thorns adorn the branches of Life

Even little movements cause the skin to bleed

An admonishing soul finds fault with Life itself

Accusing every day of being cruel to existence

It is not Life’s fault but the fate due to choices

Not aligned with Life, there’s absolute confusion

It’s easy to blame Life and not own the mistakes

Life’s moments waste away in moral indigence©

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