Really dark and amazing descriptors throughout that kept me at the edge of my seat but my favorite was: "The poverty-stricken skin and the hard-labour muscles aren’t frightening; it’s imagining what might be going on in that head, but perhaps, it’s a void which can’t be any less terrifying." Well written with poetic language and a message masterfully interwoven together.
Really stark descriptions here. Ultimately resolves us all down to the same breathing humans just in different circumstances and how we see each other.
"sick of creating meaning" love that part man! keep them poems coming!
I like the lines "Numb of thinking. Sick of creating meaning."
Cause even if you don't choose to do anything, you'll still be alive; and the world will move on as before.
nice poem!!
Wonderful poem, and written with great compassion towards humanity! ✨🙏💫
Thanks :)
Rick, love this part. Greetings from Vilnius.
"The man sits in coldness. Waiting for nothing. Wishing for nothing. Numb of thinking. Sick of creating meaning.
still breathing and beating
and as alive as any other"
Hi!
I'm really glad that you liked it.
Really dark and amazing descriptors throughout that kept me at the edge of my seat but my favorite was: "The poverty-stricken skin and the hard-labour muscles aren’t frightening; it’s imagining what might be going on in that head, but perhaps, it’s a void which can’t be any less terrifying." Well written with poetic language and a message masterfully interwoven together.
Thanks, Daniel! :)
Really stark descriptions here. Ultimately resolves us all down to the same breathing humans just in different circumstances and how we see each other.
You're right... we are all stuck waiting for the last breath.