Theft of existence
When there is nothing left within your view,
nothing left for eyes to give you,
the view is empty with nothing left,
almost like an existences theft.
When there is no sound to be heard,
no noises, no tunes, no words,
what is heard is a silencing tone,
vibrating against the smallest bone.
There is no feel to the touch,
no sensation for your clutch.
Covered by a touchless feel,
your existence will be unreal.
Fading life
Fading is the light in front of me,
it was always given for free,
dimming the view, I am to see,
of where my essence is to be.
Because the light fades,
as life itself degrades,
feeling it slowly cascade,
falling damaged and frayed,
I question the freedom of light,
the existence of the night,
the darkness forming in my sight,
its emptiness shining so bright.
In front, my darkening view,
standing wondering what is true,
asking myself what to do,
forgetting the light, I knew.
Fading is the light in front of me,
something I could not foresee,
dimming the views my eyes see,
it’s setting my essence free.
- Author: Maplespal (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 23rd, 2024 13:48
- Comment from author about the poem: As death approaches we have our own views.
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Comments1
Deep philosophically with a great message set poetically with some great lines in verse. Most wonderfull
Thanks for the kind words.
They are in the wrong order.
If you put these 3 in order you end up following through the death. As the man fades the darkness takes his death and he becomes unreal.
1. Fading life , 2. The darkness creeps , and 3. Theft of existence
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