Ringing Ringing in the SilenceA Poem by Aisha MndWritten during a bout of existential depression Excerpt: A dove I was born, but you have made me an unsightly crow. I try to sing euphonious tunes, but I am not a nightingale nor am I a nimble parrotA dove I was born,
but you have made me an unsightly crow. I try to
sing euphonious tunes, but I am not a nightingale nor am I a nimble
parrot. Death has
marked me, scraped my
skin with its sordid nails. Black, I have
become a shadow within shadows of shadows. Am I
charming? Amusing? Do I make you
cachinnate up there, or here, or are you there? delved too
deeply into frivolous pursuits and have
forgotten, as the incurious are wont to
do, that they are merely finite
little creatures who roam about in a finite
little world in a vast
ever-expanding space, a lonely
universe. A cavernous
hollow hole. And us, the
pretty blue bell ringing
ringing in the silence. © 2013 Aisha MndReviews
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Added on July 18, 2013Last Updated on July 18, 2013 Tags: life, existential depression, self-doubt, disillusionment, sadness, grief, depression AuthorAisha MndCanadaAboutA young wool-gatherer. She is constantly lost in her daydreams, in a little world where all is a little more vibrant, a tad more colourful, a speckle more intriguing. Though in reality, she lives in T.. more..Writing
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