I have a big problem with existence... in that it cancels itself out. Life = death. Where's the sense in that?
So I like this poem. I can hear myself in in it; my own questions. Sometimes I don't know what exists and what doesn't - whether I exist at all. Sometimes I care, sometimes I don't.
I love the imagery you use. "Sore" and "Shattered" are great words. :) I really liked the bit about taking a breath after death as well. On a bad day, life can feel that way.
I love the idea of there being an existing and a non-existing you too. I think that's really clever. It begs the question which is more real.
Sorry I've ranted for so long, but you really got me thinking.
Great write.
K
questions of existence. and i see a lot of questions unanswered in this poem.
i like the flow and the contradicting lines brings such great thoughts. wonderful write.
Thats because no one has the real answer, we only get to "feel" our way through it, you are only 19 yet, an entire life of choices are ahead of you, the only advice I can give is that no matter how confused, hurt, troubled, inflicted, hidden your pain or love may or may not be in the future, you will ALWAYS find someone out here that "has it" way worse than you...so that helps to you to appreciate the gifts or the knowledge you DO have.
. what i read in these words is a longing for a purposeful existence ... the universe shall definitely answer your prayers ... you'll find the meaning you seek ... that's what happened with me ...
Not really much to say about what I am or anything about me. Its like I've never find myself in the spheres of something and something not, I always wander somewhere in between them, all I get is the .. more..