Life

Life, a joke, a comedy of errors
Waiting for the final current call.
Lying in wait, a heart, a soul,
Vulnerable to the elements of time.

The player slowly trudges across
An open stage, an open window.
Unsure of what lies in the darkness,
A body, waiting for one more chance.

A chance at love, laughter, death,
Forgiveness not given, wanted desperately.
A tunnel, light, a shadow in time,
Don’t look back, a hand reaching.

The player reaching for something,
Unknown hands reaching.
A heart beating, slowly, flickering
A chance, one more time, at Life.

--by Arwyn