The pleasures of life

Death is unknown
Life is the mystery
On the path
Through my own history

I was born
As a positive spark
But alone the way
In came the negative dark

Lost in a world
Without a guiding light
My heart became hard
To withstand the fight

Mists of hate
Clouded my mind
I could not hear or see
Those that would be kind

The opaque screen
Which was my life
Kept my thoughts
In constant strife

The voices
That I heard
Was the fog in my head
Running like a wild herd

To my surprise
Life was as clear
As a babbling brook
Gone was fright and fear

I finally found
The precious treasure
Of peace inside my heart
Giving me great pleasure