Through life and death
from dawn to nightfall
life only shines in the fading twilight,
Lived through rushing cars
and off nameless energy drinks
we fight through each day,
Yet the wars portrayed
on the all to well known "boob tube"
fall so small on the world we ignore,
The lives we lead growing smaller
as the things around us
can only become larger,
We watch loved ones
friends and family
fall and die only to ask why,
With no answers to our questions
we can only wonder why
the things we believed passed us by,
Falling prey to the villains
of yesteryear we only watch
as our life slowly fades away,
And like the fallen actor
we dissapear leaving but one
faded memory in the eyes of
but one last yet fading fan.
Author notes
As you will see throughout my thoughts come in and out. Making it both interesting and bothersome to read. Please look past that. It is hard for me to change the way I think. So please let me know what you think and if you have any thoughts.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow you really make the writer see things your way! thats certainly commendable... your words flowed so well here too. nice write, really!
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This is a beautiful piece. It is very sad. You bring out the thoughts of I'm sure every human being. We are one in 6 billion. How many people really know we exist? You phrase it like we are pulling through by the smallest bit of faith we have left. It is a sad way to look at it. Liek I said, you voice the words of many people who may be too afraid to admit it outloud. I am one who speaks like you do. I think that when I die... I will be someone who just dies. With no real mark on the world and no "fans" to remember me by. It makes me feel like there is little hope that I will leave anything behind except for a few words that I have managed to throw together.
Thanks you for the beautiful words. It is comforting to know that I am not the only one who views the world and life so darkly.
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In my opinion, this is a very sad write. It sounds like your describing how we go through our lives, managing to scrape by, (reminding me of a Killswitch Engage song "Are we alive or just breathing"). And sometimes one day that passes can be the biggest victory in our opinion, but if you stop and think about it (as you did), I am one person in the world and billions of people, like the billions of stars, don't even know I exist. At least that's what I got up to the point in your poem "The lives we lead growing smaller
as the things around us
can only become larger,"
this is such a long comment, sorry.
"The things we believe past us by"- I think it should be "passed" but that reminded me of how I felt when a friend died. I felt like I lost any hope of a god, and my beliefs were all tangled, and it just brings about so many questions, you did a good job describing that feeling, I never thought I could feel that way again.
And I love the word "yesteryear". It seems so.... beautiful, unreal, and fantasy-like.
anyway, nice penmanship. I think I would have to read more of your poems to grasp this better, but I really enjoyed reading it! I wanted to get a good understanding of "thoughts" and "society" poems so I can enter your contest with a worthy write
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