What is this Life?

What exactly is life?

A taunting question,

A lingering emotion,

A single tear of regret perhaps?

What is MY life?

A black hole,

A friendless stroll,

Maybe a UN healed scar?

I have waited forever for the answer,

Left waiting for my partner like a lonely dancer,

What is this life?

A mass of smog filled disaster,

Sticky like UN removable plaster,

I cry for you,

All that I can do is wait for you,

All that I can wish of you is that you are here,

To ketch my falling tears,

To save the remainder of my dignity,

We may wish life gets better,

But as time wears on,

So does the letter,

Meant to be sent,

But lost in the mail,

Nothing can improve a love that’s impaled,

Nothing can heal a scar too deep,

And like this planet,

We are but UN healable,

UN lovable,

UN remember able,

This life, what exactly is it?

No one can answer,

But long to wish they could do just that,

To heal the scars on both ourselves and our world,

To join the unity of an UN breakable bond,

Between two star-crossed lovers,

If love was made by Shakespeare,

We would all be dead,

But if love was lost,

God would die in our stead.