The Bane Of My Existence Poem by Matt Gotlieb

The bane of my existence
Is in the finer acts
The acts to small to recognize
The acts that I always surmise
In the finding of the lies

The bane of my existence
Is in the vain persistence
And the ever labeling
And the tormented fabling
And the strange laboring

The bane of my existence
Is in the act of love
It makes us a slovenly slave
To the unforgiving nave
And turns our souls concave

The bane of my existence
Is in the forc’ed hope
That someday soon
Our love might swoon
Under the velvet moon

The bane of my existence
Is in the age old peace
That lies in the fight
And in the darkened night
And in the finding of the light

The bane of my existence
Is in the workings slow
Of invention so bold
And also so cold
Yet they have such a hold

The bane of my existence
Lies within the acts
And in the love
And in the hope
And in the peace
And in the slow

For that is the reason I know
Of our life on earth
From the moment of birth
Until the end of time