Rip out your heart
Piece by minuscule piece
Tell me how long
Before its gone
Take all those pieces
Burnt one by one on your alter
Tell me how long
Before the agony dies
Pray to your gods
To grant you a new one
Tell me how long
'Till you realize they aren't listening
Tell me how long
Before you realize your insignificance
Please tell me what you think
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good expresion. I like it.
I felt your questionong of our existence and its significance, but question why you feel this way.
Since I wrote the poem, { Across the Face of time },
I have come to the decision that we as individuals
decide our own significance in this existance. I would have wrote the last line to read "Before you realize your insignificance }. All that pent up anger and passion you are holding in you finds its way in to your writing. Not many people can express this the way you do. Keep up the good work.
As you know I just joined the group and still learning my way around the system.
Clare Mayer -
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Thanks for commenting
Actually, a good part of what I was tagging was the people who pray for their chosen diety(God, gods, goddesses, etc, faith isn't the question here) For them to fix all thier problems for them after they've made a royal muck up of thier lives. The people who expect whatever powers that be to fix all thier mistakes instead of doing the footwork and trying to fix it themselves. There's actually a couple of typoes in this peice which I will correct soon, I was simply in a rush to get it onto the pc before I forgot it. Though I won't say that what you said was incorrect, that too, was a part of my point with this one. And again, thank you for your commentary. ^_^
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