I don’t have a title for this [I Write Poems]

Joy and sorrow
Today, tomorrow,
The heartbeats
And the breaths we borrow.
The days and nights
the unforgiving,
and unfair fights.
The rights and wrongs,
gloomy, imperfect songs.
Unfortunate words,
Unfortunate Gods.
The unfair gates
of forgotten fates.
We, the cosmic wastes
Our memories,
bewildering fates,
Caged, aged, and poorly shaded
along with death, finally faded.