With the intention of preventing
a perplexed possibility
of something undesirable happening,
one must always account
for the unknown.
Once and for all,
one must be certain
of what is to come.
Yet the fear of the unknown
is precisely why man
shall never be evolved
into the form
of what he is meant
to become.
Perhaps this final act—
was meant
to clinch a lifetime's—
argument.
Lest we forget,
how delicate we can be.
Lest we forget,
how fragile we may be.
After all,
this is merely circumstantial evidence—
a thread in the fabric
of something
beyond reproach.
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Author:
Violet (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by Sting's 'Fragile' and my take on Darwin's Theory of Evolution, this poem explores the delicate nature of human existence, the fear of the unknown, and the struggle to evolve.
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Comments2
Well written in terms that confront without confronting. A lovely piece
That's one to make you have a think, very nicely written
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