We Exit as We Came In

They all told me I had such great potential,
But I never felt that kinetic pull--
The ability to do the dreams I thought.
Never had the draw to get what I want.
From birth, my eyes held that icy blue.
The pain in them--oh, how it only grew.
If only I had known what I now do.
Perhaps if you do, you won't have to feel it to.

And we exit as we came in,
Crying in hospital beds
With people we barely know
All wondering where we're gonna go?
Who we're gonna be?
Where we all end up
In the end?

These are the final days of me.
This is what my life has come to mean.
Too many words said that we never mean.
My father's warnings did I never heed.
These are the final days of me.
This is what my life has come to mean.
Days filled with laughter, love, and greed.
Too many places left for me to see.

They say that your life flashes before your eyes
In those final moments before you die,
But our memory is far too full of lies;
Plus, I see my life everyday that I'm alive.
I heard whispers from the bright west coast,
But the speaker, I never came to know.
Up here in the north--oh, how the cold wind blows.
Along frozen coasts, how my footsteps walk alone.

And we exit as we came in,
Crying in hospital beds
With people we barely know
All wondering where we're gonna go?
Who we're gonna be?
Where we all end up
In the end?

These are the final days of me.
This is what my life has come to mean.
Too many words said that we never mean.
My father's warnings did I never heed.
These are the final days of me.
This is what my life has come to mean.
Days filled with laughter, love, and greed.
Too many places left for me to see.

Reviews

[Yuan]

Bravo.

[DearSweetAgony]

Wow, I really loved this write. It reminded me a lot of Edgar Allen Poe's short story ummmmm....I forgot what it was called but it was about the sea. I really like the way that you would repeat your stanzas over every time. But the third stanza I liked the most. Whenever I would repeat my stanzas it would be to make the poem seem longer. But in your poem its seemed kind of natural--kind of flowing into one another. Flawless write I enjoyed reading!

[Everson Taveras]

Whoa. This is a profoundly, compelling poem you have successfully woven together here. It serves as a meditation, to let the reader muse and contemplate, to ask questions better confronted than evaded like we so often have the habit of doing. Outstanding. Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. Open door to many questions for me.
"These are the final days of me.
This is what my life has come to mean.
Too many words said that we never mean."
Life is a big lesson. We must fall down to appreciate the good people and things we have done. I did like the ending to the excellent poem.
"This is what my life has come to mean.
Days filled with laughter, love, and greed.
Too many places left for me to see."
Coyote