Facade of Living

I wonder why they can't SEE clearly when

everything's been written in terminal code

Dead, long before that last breath of life

was snuffed, inhaling just for show

hanging in the shadows for years, not hours

buried under the rubble long before the avalanche

no one noticed the earth was shifting, or

they ignored the quietude of pleading screams

 beneath breathing's precious facade of living 

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

My dear, you've made a habit of writing things that just strike me to the bone. This piece is highly reflective about a lot of things that have been on my mind for the last while. You just have a way of expressing these things that is unparalleled. Awesome work as always :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Benji, sorry you can relate my friend, jazzed you enjoyed :-)

[kublakhan27]

Anytime Mrs.R :)

[Swirlharmony]

Your poem made me feel quiet to the bone. I'm not sure why, but the piece of art you put with it speaks a thousand words itself. Thanks for sharing your poem.
Good luck with your writing.

[Eddie Phillips]

Oh people never see the Hell cooking right below their feet. Thought provoking poem that says a lot in a very short time.

[luviva]

no one noticed the earth was shifting, that is my favorite being so in love with nature and earth.. so relatable to daily living how things seem to creep out on us unknowingly. love the write

[annie lee]

I like the crisp edge this has, the recrimination subtlety directed at unknown forms. Interesting to think that tragedy was preordained and might have been prevented by closer scrutiny, more empathy, more care.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

damn good piece, frieda.

the world is going somewhere...and in so many ways, our demise is here before it is here.

we are walking dead...and will find that out soon...

it ain't pretty...but this poem is rich in imagery and message.

we have to stop now, and save ourselves.

[sayed Mudasir Ali]

Perhaps a great for a serious reader and I was completely lost in your piece. The last stanza is just fantastic.

[TL Boehm]

there is desperation before there is hopelessness - and autopilot. This piece speaks volumes.

[Dana Alsamsam]

i, too, as some others said below, can relate to this piece. although it is a painful relation, this is the gift of the best writer! to put together words that are so close to yourself yet strike similar emotions in many others. lovely work.

i apologize for my long absence but i'm excited to be back and reading your great work!

[Tai Ryens]

It quite frightens me that I know this feeling all too well. How dreadful it is to drown in a sea while those on the land scream out: "Learn to swim!" How frustrating it is to weep because we aren't able to shave a potato, yet people in a trance of their own perspective demand you use a peeler while simultaneously handing you another potato. How sorrowing is our search to find the people whom are able to identify our screams before they are even cried.. Well done.

[Mark]

Under all that weight it's wonder anything can breath.