What is Beauty?

*display picture* that is pain. This poem is about me going to sleep and seeing this figure named pain. (or literally i'm depressed) and there are those who seek pain and cling to it, and there are those who want nothing to do with it. Rather live life to the fullest. When you sit and think about it, life isnt worth living when its filled with pain...so I must try harder to be happy and dont dwell in the sadness.

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One night I closed my eyes,
but somehow I still could see.
The difference of pure and ugly,
and what this means to me.

My eyes did not once blink,
everything was so clear.
A figure in the distance,
I know will soon appear.

To some he seems so beautiful,
How could anything be so pure?
They gather around to meet him,
as for why I'm not so sure.

But others are scared to face,
what most of us call ugly.
As our body begins to chase,
the message we must unfold.

The nights we've sat in wonder,
can help us solve this case.
As we try to work through the knots,
at a slow and steady pace.

Soon I will wake up,
and I’ll have to let him go;
for this life is not worth living,
covered deep under the snow.

So when my sleep is over,
I'll come back once again.
To fulfill the life inside me,
and relieve the pain I’m in.

Reviews

[J.M]

Love this - pensive, thought-provoking and extremely vivid - and i think you're right - pain is like the marmite - you either chase it or flee from it. A double-edged sword who can save or destroy.

[Steve]

This is an inspired write. Very nice words with emotion attached to it.

[Moflo]

Very emotional piece here. I really like your rhythm, as always, and this one just has such a strong emotion to it. I like it a lot.