Concealing between life and death,
wondering, as the next might be the culminating breath,
saddle of life getting thicker, as everyday seems like a year..
Dark clouds mounting bigger,
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Charvee: Most modern poetry is highly specific in its imagery. General terms like life/death/contentment/eternal/desires are to vague to mean anything. Better to use a metaphor such as 'saddle of life getting thicker'. See the difference?
Life is vanity, but you found the dawn of purpose. A timeless reflection of time gone by which seems to be produced in the autum of life.