Poem: Life is a form of madness

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

©Kenneth Maswabi