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What is Life?

I look around and here I am,
Beside myself, my soul be damned.
I feel like breaking out so free,
I feel like shouting ‘leave me be’.
Behold the dark, unravel me,
Foretold in flesh, for all to see.

If I’m left upon my own,
My mind is numb and set in stone.
I leave myself for journey deep,
Beyond my mind, beyond my sleep.
Depressed about my life ‘til now.
Beside myself, I wonder how.

What is life? I humbly ask,
What’s the point and what’s our task.
I look around, behold its sight,
Oh wondrous beauty, day and night.
With nature’s gifts, suppressed by life,
Why God? Why Christ? Why man and wife?

I look around again once more,
Why guns? Why bombs? Why filthy whores?
The darkness grows, enshrouds the light,
So blind are we, to see our plight.
The sex so free, compared to old,
When love so deep would warm when cold.

I sit in darkness, feel its touch,
Embrace its cold, its pain is much.
Behold its essence, deep and true,
Within us all, the darkness grew.
Unknown by all, we play our role,
As fate corrupts the darkest souls.

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  • PastelMoons gold member
    June 11, 2008

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    Wow! I am really moved
    by this-- as I read, it was
    like a journey deeper into
    the heart of you.
    layer upon layer
    exposed , revealing sincerity, vunerability,
    in raw emotion...
    I don't know how I missed this but
    I'm glad I stumbled upon it today.
    Love it!
    ~Pastel

  • chromedevil
    June 1, 2008
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    great rhythm

    i really like the rhythm and the way it flows good job


  • Oleander
    May 14, 2008
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    This is really a spectacular poem!


  • Angel Wings1960
    May 9, 2008

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    So many questions in life, can anyone really answer them?
    I love the this line: I sit in darkness, feel its touch embrace its cold, it's pain is much.

    I seem to do my best writing when I'm in the dark. My feelings seem to flow as your does here.


  • skilter
    May 7, 2008

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    loved it. To be honest my friend I seem to find my niche putting my mind in a dark place when I'm writing. I don't know why but when I'm in a good mood my mind wanders, never on track. But, when I place myself in a given place, I concentrate much better. Though sadly this place is always dark, though I feel somewhat comforted.

    Excellent write as always. Much of it was something I was already thinking, just could not find the words.

    Take care my friend.

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