Birth, life, death

I was born but never conceived

Lived everywhere and nowhere

With truth I was deceived 

In joy I felt despair

I love those I hate

And hate those I love 

Being early I'm late

When I'm under I'm above

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

All of the contradictions that life offers...are we ever on one side of the coin perpetually or are we always flipping it still trying to get it to land flat.
j.

[Soren]

Thank you Jacob I appreciate the read of this simple piece. I was going to title this Sun in that nature is full of contradictions but felt this too brazen a title to reveal the secret of the poem. Like the sun we are always the same but changing, sometimes hidden, blessing all and cursing all even when we have set we still remain above. Your words are most appreciated.