The Weight of My World

The Weight of My World

A Poem by ByTheWay
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I wrote this poem a couple months back. I was able to get some reviews, but no genuine feedback. I think it needs a couple of read throughs before the message is delivered, though it's pretty long.

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The Weight of the My World


They say at the moment of death, 21 grams of our weight is inexplicably lost.
Inexplicably.
But the old adage says that curiosity is the murderess in the first place
So I deem it worth further investigation.
Because no concept stretches too vastly across the landscape of my mind
For me
To explore
For you.

There's a theory, and you've met the type that holds it.
The romantic type, you know, what you liked to believe I could be
On that day we were wearing glasses with rosed-color lenses.
If it's true that in death, all life's questions are answered,
Then you must have been pretty embarrassed upon finding out
Just how devastatingly wrong you were.

For they believe that this sudden weight loss
Occurs when the spirit
Detaches
From the body.
I've surveyed every mountain and valley of my brain
Just like I promised
And I still can't identify substantial evidence to support this claim.
If I could, though, I have a feeling that it would become obvious
That these romantics need to invest in a few new scales
Because your soul would weigh much more than 21 grams.
YOUR soul would.
But I'm not a romantic, and I don't want to prove you wrong.
Because it's impolite to speak ill of the dead. So I'll stop.
Here.

There are the realists,
To which you reluctantly told me I belonged
With a hint of discouragement in your delivery
On that day we were watching a scene played out
And I told you that lines would never mesh with circles.
And action was more important than thought
And that it is darkness that destroys light.
You admitted that you had to believe it worked the other way around.
That light was the cancer to darkness
On a later day.
And I became inclined to agree
On an even later day.
Because I never destroyed you.
Except for maybe just that one LITTLE glimmer
On a previous day.

Realists will tell you, with every ounce of confidence they have
Better yet, every gram
21, to be exact,
That the loss of this weight can be attributed to sudden defecation
At the onset of death.
Your muscles relax to the point of atrophy,
And you release your spirit.
I mean, you release your waste.
Maybe there's a synonym prowling in the paths of the previous two lines,
But I'm too scared to walk back and check,
I have a growing awareness that the paths may intersect at a point of confusion and despair.
So I'll stop
But not until I tell you that it breaks my heart
And fractures my hope
When I think of that being your legacy.
Your final act on earth.
What you amount to in the end.
Those final 21 grams.
Through my vision,
You held more weight than a killer whale.
But you never
Sunk.
Except for maybe that one little glimmer.

I won't feel pity when I hear no mention of your name
In the text books of future generations.
Or the songs that they will dance so delicately to.
Or perhaps not so delicately
If the music contains no reference to you.
I will feel at ease,
Because I could not conjure up
One damn fact about Christopher Columbus
Except that upon further analysis
And studies digging into his pilgrimage
He turned out to be an incredibly unimpressive man.
You'll live on, wrapped safely in my memory
Where the opinions and speculations of others
Could not catch your scent with an army of blood hounds behind them
I will make sure of this. I will make positive.
For if they did ....
I can't think of it.
You have to remain
You
To
Me.
For if you didn't....
I can't think of it.
I have to stop.
Here.

© 2010 ByTheWay


Author's Note

ByTheWay
Hi there, all. This is my first time posting, and I'd really appreciate all the feedback I could get. Thanks!

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I must say that this is a very deep piece of writing. I am going to have to read it a few more times before your 'real' message sinks in. There is so much to take in and I loved every turn.

On the one hand, you speak of measurement. The tangible. On the other you speak of spirit. The intangible. Ultimately, you speak of love...for which I am a sucker. Brilliant.

Welcome to WC. I will be back.

~True

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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i have to agree with the readers below, this stoled my attention wonderously within the first three lines, the script about the soul and weighed,
has definiely captured me along with the rest, awsome job, i liked it.
needs work ...but what doesn't

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Dom
This is a very deep and emotional piece. It was very well written and I really liked it. Awesome job! :D

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Okay, I've read this thing a couple of times, and I really like the tone; it's sort of like a letter write, like something you would want him to read, although its not physically possible. You obviously loved him and perhaps this is your way of expressing how much you loved him. How you talk about how his soul weighed more than 21 grams to you. I could be completely wrong, and I probably am, but that's just how I interpreted it. Nice write, though.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, I definitely have to fave this. Honestly, I apologize for not giving a more constructive review here (I'm stoned) but this was just perfect. I'm going to favorite this and maybe give you a better comment later. But you truly pen two magnificently deep characters in this piece. A great poem. 100/100

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What of the most interesting, profound, and beautiful things I've read in a long, long, time.

It's a special mind and heart where this came from, and I'm glad to have met you.
Antonio


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I must say that this is a very deep piece of writing. I am going to have to read it a few more times before your 'real' message sinks in. There is so much to take in and I loved every turn.

On the one hand, you speak of measurement. The tangible. On the other you speak of spirit. The intangible. Ultimately, you speak of love...for which I am a sucker. Brilliant.

Welcome to WC. I will be back.

~True

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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