Poetry
So theres this scholarship - only for like 500 dollars but watever and its the National Poet thing...so heres a poem...the beginning 16 lines i wrote in 8th grade and were published by teh National Poets Society in 2002...however, I thought it was overall too dark and added the last 4 lines. Now, are the couplets corny (it doesnt have to rhyme or have parallel meter) and does the title work etc..any criticisms at all give me!
Sightless Ones
Like mice we run, shrouded in life’s darkness…
Peeking around the corners; pricked by their sharpness.
Wandering without motive which is real,
Underestimated within this circle of ideal.
Our senses act as our own institutions of sound mind.
None of life’s characters are ever, to us, kind.
Temporary baggage we stand upon this earth,
Absent from others’ happiness and mirth.
Overworked and underfed,
Aching, screaming, as upon us they tread.
Not caring upon whose hearts they walk.
Obsessed within their own petty talk.
The curse is a thousand knives:
Our indictment, to wander aimlessly through our lives.
For who can speak to the lonely souls
Each trying to find meaning in our earthly roles
Will you be my keeper, my friend in this fight?
With love save one lonely being from the plight.
Sightless Ones
Like mice we run, shrouded in life’s darkness…
Peeking around the corners; pricked by their sharpness.
Wandering without motive which is real,
Underestimated within this circle of ideal.
Our senses act as our own institutions of sound mind.
None of life’s characters are ever, to us, kind.
Temporary baggage we stand upon this earth,
Absent from others’ happiness and mirth.
Overworked and underfed,
Aching, screaming, as upon us they tread.
Not caring upon whose hearts they walk.
Obsessed within their own petty talk.
The curse is a thousand knives:
Our indictment, to wander aimlessly through our lives.
For who can speak to the lonely souls
Each trying to find meaning in our earthly roles
Will you be my keeper, my friend in this fight?
With love save one lonely being from the plight.