I faded silently into the night
It was a gentle night
No cars hissing past my weary soul,
No breeze trying to break the monotone on my shore
I faded silently into the night
I did not scream out the agony in my soul
I did not cry for what was right
Nor did I make a stand
I faded silently into the night
I carried my defeated life
Like a sack of coal on a mule’s back,
Reaching the dizzying height on a treacherous path,
Where the precipice beckoned my soul
I faded silently into the night
There was no shooting star
There was no goodbye
I left for the unknown and
Faded into the gentle night
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Although Dylan Thomas said that old age should rave and burn, our workplace and society expect us to fade gracefully into oblivion when we become older. I wrote this poem when I left one of my creations (a unique design). I was forced into a choice between my self-respect or continuity through compliance. Walking away broke my heart and this poem was born in 10 minutes - no beautification applied except punctuations.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Haunting and at the same time soothing. This strange combination left a noir feeling to the poem.
Thank you for the comment. It feels nice to be able to communicate my feelings.
I can relate to your poem.Its well writen
Thank you for taking the time to go through the poem, really appreciate it.
Contributing, at least in part, to my reservations re the Dylan Thomas villanelle, I'd argue that you have posed a question with no answers.
But I do really feel what it must have meant for you.
Thank you for taking the time and for leaving your valuable thoughts. Honest admission, I stand guilty as charged. Should we fade away gracefully? Or should we rave and rage? I don't know.
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