Unremitting steps
I chose it all, forever
Wasted away always-
I felt that could be
What it had to be
Unchanged.
Forcing myself to make it up
Endeavoring again and again
And again
Wasted away always-
Always
Chasing it, for miles so long
I found,
It’s all over.
Couldn’t make it out,
It’s over.
Hauntingly beautiful. Such a melancholy voice here. This appeals to me. There was a period where I wrote nothing but "dark" poetry. This poem speaks to that part of me. I believe firmly in balance. What I was lacking then was light. I have found some light, but the darkness within will never truly dissipate. I am learning to live with that, as should we all. I have to agree with EliJoLee about the best lines of this poem. Wonderful stuff.
"Chasing it, for miles so long
I found,
It's all over.
Couldn't make it out,
It's over."-Quite sad but it's true too!
And I think so that's the reason for which readers could relate themselves with the writing, if it includes reality and aspects like that...
So, Thats why I liked this piece a lot and indeed its a great write :)
This leaves me feeling rather sad - a desolate feeling consumes me now...whatever the narrator is trying to escape seems futile in this writing. Powerful words. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha
chose it all, forever
Wasted away always-
I felt that could be
What it had to be
Unchanged.-- this is a beautifully crafted thread of lines qualifying your unremitting steps
I was born.
I live.
I'll die.
I know nothing.
Where I came from?
Where will I go?
I'm ignorant of my existance.
I'm uncertain of myself.
No beliefs.
No religion.
No god.
Know Go.. more..