My eyes stare blankly out the window
I don’t care to share emotions I won’t show
What’s the point of it all?
A silly prize, bragging rights, a check that’s far too small?
We don’t use all of our brain
Knowledge and memories all go down the drain
why do we try?
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- Comment from author about the poem: What do you get up for every morning?
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A most interesting reflection over days activities upon arising. Nicely written
Thank you Soren.
You are most welcome Allie
Well said,
Thank you for the comment.
Shit ain’t nothing else to do LOL, great poem
Haha true true, thanks Demar.
I understand this poem as metapoetic, questioning the purpose of writing poetry. Poetry is often shown to be purposeless, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have value - in sharing experiences, in connecting people, and in finding intellectual and artistic kin. Poetry also has a therapeutic effect.
That was a nice insight, thank you for commenting.
Allie, this hits with that blunt, quiet emptiness…like you’re staring straight through everything and not finding a reason to care. It doesn’t try to dress itself up, and that honesty makes it land harder. That final question just hangs there. Strong piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for your comment and read. I really appreciate it.
This is so beautiful and true. I love it it’s such a beautiful poem.
Thank you Vanna for your continued support, it means a lot.
Yes ofc anytime
that's a good question - what do we get up for ?
to me - it means to se another day to live life as its meant to be lived...
Wow, that is a wonderful reason. I really appreciate your comment.
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