A Life Without Life

Poem By Rose Marie Juan Austin

He was given a life
A life devoid of life
He lives just to live
He breathes just to live.

A life anchored to pain
Suffering and total disdain
A life born into poverty
And stays in poverty
Is he in hell or purgatory?

Is he born just to die?
Who will free him
From this bondage
Of total nothingness?

He glimpsed at the horizon
He saw a dying moon
Dark clouds like cobra
Ready to snap his life.

Is he born just to die?
If this is his fate
I hope he will inherit
The Kingdom of God.

Copyright 2020, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved

Comments about A Life Without Life

of total nothingness? .......brilliant write......thanks for sharing.....anjandev roy.
8) I think this is the completest reply about your expectations for the man after his death, whether he'll go to the Kingdom of God or not. Cross References in the Holy Bible, please read Luke 23: 42 Then he said, " Jesus, remember me when You come into Your kingdom! " Jesus and that man were hanging on the cross at Golgotha, and this happened! The greatest example that Jesus is truly a man, God, who loves very much mankind.
7) ..About your last 2 lines: I hope he will inherit The Kingdom of God. Do you still remember The Crucifixion? Jesus hang amongst 2 thieves. Next to Jesus said, “Jesus, remember me when You come into Your kingdom! ” and Jesus said to him, “Truly I tell you, today you will be with Me in Paradise.” I have read that Bible text time and again. YES! This man must have a sincerest longing to go to God, and he will be received by Him, sure!
6) I am truly impressed, most tragic and saddest poem I ever read, dear great poetess. I hope he is a member of a church, the church can help him in his daily needs, no? A 10++++++++++++++ Full score and much much more for this magnificent poem and............... To MypoemsList! Thank you so much for sharing this great social-engaged poem. Truly very touched by your last two lines from your last stanza. Such a loveliest soul you have, dear great poetess. (7)
5) The homeless people here mostly come from central Europe, they still have family up there, so our goverrnment sent them back to their countries after they are well cared and checked about their health. Time and again, tears in my eyes. I have read your brilliant poem with heaviest emotions,

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