Life to Paradise

This poem was originally "Cycle", but I used it to create a sonnet. It turned into "Life to Paradise" - I wanted to convey how life and time cannot be stopped or put on hold, but rather it continues to move forward. Though we as humans live to further our education, finances, relationships; to advance ourselves, we are "bleeding the tread" because we're slowly but surely dying despite our efforts to improve. However, the speaker is faced with the blocked end mentioned in the poem, which is death. It is a wall, but it has a peaceful stare because it is the start of a new and better life; thus it morphs into a cotton wrap and takes the speaker into heaven "so bare" like a baby. In heaven, the speaker is kept amongst happiness and perfection.


Never ceasing, when my starting Lever
Pushed, thus widened blemish cut to break
Immature to wise leading, a make:
Blankets and blankets, for cleaning, so daringly forsake.

Increasing a progress, yet bleeding the tread-
The lifeless battle, to jut bloodless dead-
"Find no rest in cunning," said the Endeavor,
"A brick wall is in it's place, firmly sever."

A blocked end; while having a peaceful stare
Morphing into a cotton wrap, so bare.
How I find my freedom there, so vibrant,
So aware, and stay awakened, silent.
To my right a gleeful laugh, to left,
A figure of a flower, kept I, so deft.