A wise man know the foolishness of speaking and revealing himself as a fool. I choose silence. I know my bitter tongue speaks words of poison. So, I have taken a vow of silence to teach myself to see and hear better. In my travels I have chosen to search for one honest man. Day after day, I go out and travel in weary wonderment at what has happened to others. I see the degeneracy of the human race. It is reflected in their eyes and hearts; their fears and emptiness betray them for the shells they have become. They have grown numb to their pain.
I call out
in my loneliness
and speak
"Is there no one?"
Searching,
walking,
questioning,
I know not what moves me anymore.
I grow older;
my eyes grow dim.
the lantern that I carry
no longer shines as bright
but yet, I continue
to the end of my days.
A contest entry
- Insane Ramblings of the Hermit Poet by Great Cthulhu.
1200 points, ended June 11, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Criticize freely, I need input to improve
Comments
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An odd poem that I enjoyed. I'm not sure how well the prose part works with the rest of the poem. Nice image established and perhaps the same format should have been carried through. I think we all have thoughts like this from time to time, mankind is headed for hell in a hand basket... Keep your pen to the page and thanks for entering!
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Diogenes Laertes, according to the legends,
was a most interesting person. His chief
attribute seems to have been a vast contempt
for mankind which he was more than willing
to display. The story is that he searched for
an honest man, but it is never said that he
claimed to be able to recognize one.
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