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Click hereDoes it matter?
You can creep upon the world
Like a spider over glass
And yet the footprints that you leave
Are easily wiped away
When the sun comes up
On another day it will leave
You still all the more restless
For some important change
Some life affirming shake
Throttling you back into consciousness
But in the end nothing changes
The days remain a constant
Your life dull as the proverbial dishwater
The sun may rise but each day ends the same
In darkness
Ok! You have just convinced me to get back to bed (something I like doing too much anyway). Nah! How would I find thrilling images about the dullness of life (oh, the sweet contradiction...) such as: "Your life dull as the proverbial dishwater" Now I can at least smile when I crawl back to bed...
This poem grapples with a truth that I find a lot of people overzealous to deny day in and day out. Life doesn't have to be this way but we get caught in it. The feeling of powerlessness in such a large universe can be daunting. I appreciate what you're saying and like your lightness of phrase. It belies the heavy subject matter with a nice grace. Thank you for sharing.
A little dark, self-doubt, depressive. But we all have those moments from time to time.
it is not exactly an optimistic poem unless you are of the vampire persuasion, but still is well written and a good read.
nice to see you posting again
NJ
Some excellent metaphors in this poem and you've got that line about life gripping us by the throat. It really makes the poem for me. Thanks for sharing. This poem is mentioned on the New Poems Review thread in Literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum.