- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Faded Glory
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It’s all an illusion.
The life that we live, or try to live
Who ever gets it right the first time around?
Memories spinning off into the sunset
As if every day was the first and last
all convoluted into one breathtaking climax of confusion.
Oh, to be young and old
To be fresh and fickle and have everything and nothing to live for
time always on your side and against you.
It’s all wrong
Don’t you see?
The darkness and the light
The yin and yang of it all, feng shui overtaking the world
to give us a better harmony in the cacaphony that is our feeble minds.
Silence invades us
and brings us all into the orgy of solitude, alone
but surrounded by the billions of others dashing to find their way to the grave.
Leaving our imortality at the door
and surrendering into the abyss of life
as we plunge head first into the waters of love and loss and everything inbetween.
Give me the silence
and the darkness and memories of illusion as I make my way
through the veiled future and the promise of the Reaper awaiting at the end of it all.
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoToo Right! Life's more wonderful ~ the second time around.
LeBrozover 17 years agoWelcome to the Poetry side of Lit's house
With a very literate prose poem piece. Though it's a bit depressing, seeming to focus on the destination (death), rather than the journey itself.
