The Life Of My Life

Poem By Mihaela Pirjol

Life had come into my life

And furtively, had taken away

The luminous stars from my eyes,

And the imagination of my mind,

The innocent dreams of my heart

And threw them away, with all my hope,

In a deserted terrain of my being;

And I found myself bereft of my being:

In the repetitive circle of routine,

In a vapid mundane reality

That deprives me of my existence;

Saturating itself at the core of whatever

Might have become of my life.

Comments about The Life Of My Life

Outstanding poem, MP... The life of my Life is one of your finest poem wisely written, I quote: And I found myself bereft of my being: In the repetitive circle of routine, In a vapid mundane reality That deprives me of my existence; Saturating itself at the core of whatever Might have become of my life.
Into my life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Luminous stars from eyes have sparked in to life that has come again in sense. In circle of routine finding self with nice mood is interesting. But still dilemma comes and reduce happiness is so sad. That deprives existence is thought provoking.10.
That is the case with most of us. You have captured a human dilemma in sheer poetic brilliance. Thanks. (10)
Mundane and monotonous life becomes oppressive casting away cherished dreams in the torrents of misery. Wonderful poem. Loved it.10/10


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