Pointless.
Sense
of the
ridiculous.
Life,
existence.
Absurd.
What’s
the point?
Allocated
time.
Time
between
oblivions.
Given by
who, what?
What to
do?
Opportunity
to be.
To exist.
What a
concept.
Life.
Wrapped
tight.
Head above
water.
Pushed.
Stress.
To what
end?
Stop to
consider.
Think hard.
One shot.
Sound,
thought
out
decisions.
One go
around.
Slow
down.
Steady
as she
goes.
No point
really,
so have
some fun.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 15th, 2023 16:14
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
Comments2
The point of Life is to get angry with God.And in that anger you will find out its all a comedy.Good poem made me think
Hi DW,
thank you for reading.
JP
Great poem
Thank you.
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