An Enigma

Life is the only unanswerable problem.

The presence of darkness,
because there is light.
The existence of evil,
because there is right.
Lies without truth, they would never exist.
It's because of the one, that the other subsists.

For falsehood softens with a kiss.
While silken words conceal the hiss
Of serpentine duplicity.
Façade of cruel treachery.
It speaks into our weary hearts.
And pierces it with countless darts
Of doubt and fear, unfounding
all that we thought to be.
Subtle lies, confounding,
the shreds of reason we possess.
Our hopes and dreams, they quell- repress.

The soul: A worthless entity?
Most prized thing of fantasy?
Our days are but an effigy
Of life before eternity.
Each hour a deep and poisoned cut
To show that each is void and forfeit.

The wasted moments, ill-spent hours
Unlived dreams and faded flowers.
Vestiges of fallen towers.
Empty, hollow, vacant years.
A flood of shed and unshed tears.
And thus Remorse becomes our friend.
Our confidante until the end.