Life Is A Form Of Madness Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

At its inception
Life was not a twisted maze
It was an empty field
At its conception
Life was a puddle of possibilities
At its birth
Life had a face of its own
At its youth
Life kept on changing faces
At its elderly stage
Life tried to fit on its original face
At its deathbed
Life is a puddle of madness
A new phase
That denounces all achievements
Identities and attachments
Focussing on the nothingness ahead
A new reality
That stands empty of any logic
Or dimensions
There are no sunrises and sunsets
Just the moment of death
That seems to fully occupy the equation of life

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