Sunday, April 17, 2005
Very dark poem....
Guess that exams just make me in the mood for really dark poetry....
Disclaimer:
Don't blame me if your cheery mood gets spoiled after reading this poem....
You have been warned....
Living on Borrowed Time -- By -Emptiness-
Countless stories, are left untold,
As homeless orphans, perish in the cold.
Countless candles, have flickered and died,
As sickly patients, give up their will to fight.
Countless dreams, have faded to naught,
As young soldiers, by Death’s scythe are caught.
Countless journeys, all left uncompleted --
Destroyed in an instant as they were created.
Pity them,
These poor souls.
They hadn’t the chance,
To experience life whole.
Shower them,
With compassion and love.
A bit of care,
Is the least they deserve.
But spare a moment,
And look into the mirror.
Take time to consider,
And it will all become clearer.
For what is the difference,
Between us and them?
From the very beginning,
We were all condemned.
Peacefully or painfully,
Seventeen, or seventy,
We’ll all turn to dust,
The day we breathe our last,
And after which,
We’ll all be the same.
An urn of dust --
Just another name.
Ever wondered why,
We have to suffer so much?
And asked yourself why,
We were fated to perish as such?
It’s as if we have all,
Committed heinous crimes,
And like death-row convicts,
Are living on borrowed time.
- Emptiness - 4/17/2005 11:12:00 pm
