Sonnet - Life Poem by Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet

It's easy to lay here With vacant eyes
Staring at the silent glaring ceiling
Waiting for it to tell me the secrets of life
Expectant for an answer it's not revealing

The point in which pain stops prodding
To reveal the ultimate death of the soul
The affirmations of the hearts sobbing
Seeking to patch up the unsightly holes

Running from an impending inevitability
Yet seeking the reprise of hope in its walls
That with each passing day comes maturity
And the key to open new and evermore doors

It is often the case when life falls to pieces
That you realise you must suffer to find peace