Ignorance

I don't really like this poem. I made a reference to the musical Spring Awakening. The reference may be completely inaccurate and inappropriate for what the poem is about, but it seemed to work.

Summer is the harshest

Season-filled with lonliness

And realization of surroundings.

The revolting world will not

Allow for its inhabitants to

View the true bliss and secret

To life: Ignorance.

The Inhabitants feel that

Knowledge is everything;

One is nothing without it.

Knowledge is death. Death

Is knowing of the world

And being fortunate

Enough to leave its misery,

Forcing the rest to slump

Through.

 

A great man

Once declared that one day

All shall know the wonders

Of Purple Summer. I

Feel that his words have

Been mistaken for mere beauty

Of poetry while they were

Truely meant as warning.

Once all know the wonders

Of beloved Purple Summer,

The world will end and Death

Itself will die.

 

Knowledge is not power.

We should fear the season

Summer and long for eternal

Winter of Spring- granting

The world to forgetfulness

And youth. Maybe the Heavens

Are beginning to punish

Us for our lust for fire of knowledge,

As summer yearns to engulf

The world- it has now been

Promised that one day the

Areas of forgetful slumber

Will melt under charges unfairly

Placed such as that of Elphaba.

 

But Summer is cruel-

Indulging those dazed by

The influence of Spring

Into actions beyond words.

I sometimes think of the

Sins of humanity and I

Think that none can be saved.

We will all be damned as Prometheus

For our spread of fire in lust,

Science, technology, and medicine.

 

I sit under the bright summer

Sky, unsure if the warmth

Pulsing into my skin is from

Light or Fire. I long for the Harvest

That makes way for the Blizzard-

Letting us start over as Spring approaches.

But the Crops have died and shriveled from the

Dry, cracked earth; Blizzards

Are replaced by temporary

Cold-frints which are powerless

Against the raging Summer sun.

 

I wish I can forget all

I know; erase the corruption

The world has drowned me in.

However, looking up at the

Intense, golden sun, there

Is no hope left.

 

 

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[deeps]

Knowledge is not power.
We should fear the season
Summer and long for eternal
Winter of Spring- granting
The world to forgetfulness
And youth. Maybe the Heavens
Are beginning to punish
Us for our lust for fire of knowledge,

Once again i agree with these words.
This is a powerful write and very well written.