Sonnet - Life

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