Reality of Man.

Don't ever say sorry for how you feel.

Felt.

Feel.

Because it was real.

To you now, or at least then

when your eyes burnt them.

Yes, you were angry.

I know you feel guilty.

But you're human.

and as Hu-men

they will understand

that you are not a brand

of artificial intelligence

without evidence 

of our relevance

to our inheritance 

of the skeletons that have lived before us.

You are alive and you celebrate our trust

with forgiveness.

Man's only weakness

is himself.

And your selfless baptism of fire

will give you your wholesome wealth.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with the logic in the poem.
"Man's only weakness
is himself."
Better to test life and have no fear of mistakes. I know from experience (Old age). Good to be fearless in life. One day you will wish you were. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Rita L. Sev]

you are not a brand
of artificial intelligence...

In a world full of plasic emotions, this is an important distinction... Well done.

[Patrick O'Neil]

Really nice poem, like the truth in this lines :"Man's only weakness is himself."

[Vikrantsingh]

Great read and write dear loved it excellent work Great Job :)
- Singh :)

[Leonard Birch]

Beautifully written Elinor. Great job :)
Leo

[Zero_Edge88]

Stranger than fiction but true story though. I actually have something written of this nature, not in poetic form though so yeah haha and it goes like this:

"For the greatest disaster in our lives that we will see happens once in a lifetime and is more dangerous than any person that has ever seen. As far as the tragedies and comedies would say it is one to stand up and one to fall on their hands. To our hearts we give out our weight, to our soul we shine a light, and to our mind may it rest in pieces of a clean and clingy conscience. To our audience, we say it with humility as we toss our pride, "The Show Must Go On"

It is in these dimensions of faith, trust and hope this act continues forward. As ghosts do come and go they show that reality is real like the morning dew and the evening warmth embracing us. This act is divided in numbers but they enumerated they are not. This is the finite and the fine end of what we must fight for.

We fall to rise, we rise to fall and we stand to tall. To fall is to rise in flames of the heavens; to rise is to fall in flames of the hells; and to stand is to walk tall in fear and in bravery. For fear that we fall but we know we must be brave in our hearts.

This is the tragedy of it.

This disaster happens once in a lifetime and by that frequency it means it happens everyday. However as we do live our one life this disaster is meant to happen for all of us.

The protection, evolution and destruction is beyond any belief because it is a play unlike any other. Unwritten by any playwright. The characters on stage are spot on.

A disaster like this is unpreventable because this disaster is what we call and we will always know as "The Fall Of Man.""

I wrote it from my personal Facebook page almost five months ago haha. The page is called Wave Never Changes and that is to what I thought of your poem. Have a beautiful day Lady Eli and take care! Hope you have a great weekend :)

[Genesis]

Just amazing, I love the flow of this. It almost starts to speed in the middle, like an overflow of emotion gushing out in truth. Again, brilliant!

[Rhiti Bose]

Man's only weakness
is himself.

Very nicely crafted. Good work Elinor.

[SteveB]

I enjoyed the back and forth of tenses early on and the short lines in the middle with the near rhyme were punchy and hard. Nice touch.

[RainDancer1997]

Very nice poem:) good job:)

[Sami Khalil]

A very nice and well written poem...Thank you for sharing...:)