Harmony and Not

At the edge of the world there is an end to harmony
There is serenity and not
The birds watch for the disoriented
The disoriented struggle in the last throws of hope
We are in the last dregs of life
And we know it
It is painfully obvious as we take a deep breath of surf

Our heads are bloodied on the rocks
We are partially blinded with our own life giving blood
We are slammed forward yet again
We are aware the birds spiraling over us
We are fearfully waiting for the pain of the beaks
As we are more unconscious we feel the thrush from above
We are now into the hope of no more

This is my life of transition
A long time for this
It all makes me think I failed
But maybe I didn't
Maybe my ineptitude was for this purpose
Maybe for people like me
Substantial loss stops the reincarnation phenomena