Existence

Something I wrote a few months ago.

Tomorrow the sun will still rise,
As will the children and the workers.
I sit awake.
Wide awake.
I won't lift with the sun
And I won't fly with the birds.
I'm here as I always have been.
Existence is such a tormenting joy.
Within, one experiences all of the pleasure,
Agony,
Love,
Hate,
Compassion.
Mercy, if we're lucky.
Even if we choose to no longer to exist,
To hurt the ones who love us so
And return to the dust from which we were forged.
The sun will still rise,
and our existence, but a pleasant memory.

Reviews

[Ashley Campbell]

I like the way you back hand the reader in really such a small piece, I also love how one can take several different meanings from the poem. Its almost as if you changed the tones for the specific reason of causing these effects :).

This was well written and enjoyable, the flow seemed a bit off to me but not enough to write seven paragraphs of freaking out over :P.

Keep up the great work!

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Very deep and introspective write, filled with emotions that take you on a ride and back again to different spaces, different places

[deeps]

Wow deep and wonderful,
As well as beautiful.
I enjoyed the read.