Wednesday, June 15, 2022

Evolve Past The Pain by Jesse Rucilez

Life is so fragile, 
And frayed at the seam,
For childhood is naught, 
But nightmare and dream,
For every smile there’s a tear,
For every laugh there’s a scream,
And we strive for contentment,
In the spaces between,
Desperate for order,
In the chaos supreme.

Youth is both starburst,
And dark whirlwind,
That hardens and molds us,
Into women and men,
Then comes maturity,
And molds us again,
Into cynics and skeptics,
Who seek to pretend,
That our heights and our depths,
Are a means to an end.

Together, we’re alone,
On this treacherous plane,
In the void of this universe,
In this world gone insane,
We live and we die,
And evolve past the pain,
An eternal conundrum,
Which none can explain,
We struggle and triumph,
In the end, all in vain.

 


Jesse Rucilez was born in Reno, Nevada. Growing up, Jesse was an avid reader of Sherlock Holmes stories and Marvel Comics. Throughout his life, Jesse has mainly worked in the security industry, both in Seattle, Washington and Reno, Nevada, and taught self-defense for several years before deciding to focus on writing. Inspired by authors such as Harlan Ellison, Stephen King, and Kurt Vonnegut, he prefers to write literary horror and science fiction, exploring what he calls “the dark side of the American Dream.”


Follow Jesse @ Jesse Rucilez (jlrucilez.blogspot.com)

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