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Started working on this poem a couple of days ago. Normally I wouldn't spend so long on a poem, but this one just seems to... not wanting to come out, if you know what I mean.
Maybe it's because I have a purpose with it. It's supposed to end as a sort of "Carpe Diem" poem, which might be the reason why it isn't flowing as naturally as my usual poems (which are usually quite darker in theme too).
Well, here's what I've come up with so far:
A silent thought echoes through the halls
Amplified by the weary faces around me
Have you been...?
Have you tasted...?
Have you seen...?
Have you wasted...?
Have you loved...?
The solitude of man
So profound in it's emptiness
???
That's it.
Here's a couple of my shorter poems, just to have something to compare it with:
Each day go by
Each day go by
No change, no progress
Every day the same
No change, no progress
Caught in this web of my own indecisions
No change, no progress
What keeps me here
Why am I still here
Must get out, out of this web
This web of my own making
This web that keeps me down
Selfloathing
Selfloathing, he rises above the emptiness
A spark that just won't ignite
The future is hidden behind a veil of uncertainty
My chain of burden
A sound
Maybe it's because I have a purpose with it. It's supposed to end as a sort of "Carpe Diem" poem, which might be the reason why it isn't flowing as naturally as my usual poems (which are usually quite darker in theme too).
Well, here's what I've come up with so far:
A silent thought echoes through the halls
Amplified by the weary faces around me
Have you been...?
Have you tasted...?
Have you seen...?
Have you wasted...?
Have you loved...?
The solitude of man
So profound in it's emptiness
???
That's it.
Here's a couple of my shorter poems, just to have something to compare it with:
Each day go by
Each day go by
No change, no progress
Every day the same
No change, no progress
Caught in this web of my own indecisions
No change, no progress
What keeps me here
Why am I still here
Must get out, out of this web
This web of my own making
This web that keeps me down
Selfloathing
Selfloathing, he rises above the emptiness
A spark that just won't ignite
The future is hidden behind a veil of uncertainty
My chain of burden
A sound