Life's Bitches

You can always trust life  
to dish out the good ol' times    
make a person feel  
that living is where it's at    
then quick as a flash  
it will have their soul  
smashed into a thousand pieces  
like that kitchen window    
some child has thrown his ball through.    
   
We, who smear white pages with words    
can't help but see these things    
then soak them right up into our brain    
and when the time seems right, wring them out    
drip by soul destroying drip    
   
I often wonder, if we are a living curse    
or mercenaries who circle the periphery  
primed to spread life's brevity  
like the photographer in a theater of war  
always watching, recording, sharing  
 
I rarely find it easy though to get past caring, and sometimes  
 even with the distance,it's all too close for comfort.