The Cynical Side Of Me

While struggling through this life,
We have no one who accompany us,
We are born alone and die alone;
How sorrowful the path of humans.

We unlike other animals are conscious
With just enough intelligence to question why.
I look into the mirror and see middle age,
Creeping in to ravage my skin.

My past regrets sneak into my conscious thoughts,
And I cringe with that knowledge.
My body does not look itself,
It reminds me of what I used to be.

Hot eyes blink back rage and disappointment.
I may not live to be old,
yet I feel that I am already.
I think of loves lost and battles won.

I realize how small I am.
That people come into our lives,
Only to leave someday,
And that in time everything fades,
including me.
 

Reviews

[Steve Thompson]

I realize how small I am.
That people come into our lives,
Only to leave someday,
And that in time everything fades,
including me.

that last stanza really hit me hard. It makes me think of all the people, who come in and out of out lives, pretty heavy piece.

[a Messenger]

Beautiful, insightful, and sad. So much regret in these words.
I am well past middle age. Believe me, you are just starting to live.
Make the rest of your life as beautiful as you want it to be.

[Aries]

Wow...I felt every word that you wrote...Powerful....emotions run rampant...a good write..

[Writer CW Kirkland]

This was a touching and thought-provoking poem. I liked the way you wrote about a typically sad subject but made it somewhat uplifting. I think most readers can relate to the message you have delivered in this poem. For the others who cannot relate...well...they will soon enough! I was especially moved by the third and fifth stanzas, but I also felt the poem was a great piece overall. Thank you for sharing your writing on the Cafe, and I look forward to reading more.

[THE BLACK SEAL]

i loved the ending. it was quite powerful and leaves one feeling a desire to re read it to get the true feel. which i did. so good job

[BelieveInCelia]

My body does not look itself,
It reminds me of what I used to be. ........ Oh, can I relate to this statement on many levels...

I'm not sure if I should have read this today....it's a rough day for me! The pure honesty of your writing frightens me right now! I am sorry...my heart is heavy...
Poetry is meant to touch, move the emotions....you have done so ... and so well.....
You write from your soul.....
Celia

[Raef C. Boylan]

It's not cynical to attempt to articulate this stuff; it's admirably human.
I imagine most people will be able to relate to this, since these reflections occupy our thoughts so much of the time because they're inescapable, as is the inevitable, and that's the torment of being the conscious animals that we are. Mostly horrible, sometimes amazing.
The simple four-line stanza structure works well to keep the reader focused on what is being said. It's easy to meander when discussing this subject; I think you've done a good job of staying on topic and expressing the main body of the issue.

"We have no one who accompany us,"
[We have no one who'll accompany us?]
or
[We have no one who accompanies us?]

Good piece.
Thanks for sharing it.

[Malenkov]

very existential and the theme of impermance, touched a chord in me

[THERISA]

If this the cynical side of yourself, would love to meet the caring and passionate side. Your poem is an honest and true to itself. The last stanza is so full of "True", it hurts to read it without reflecting back on our lives. Thank you for sharing this side of yourself in this poem with us.

Therisa

[Eagle Cruagh]

Considering the trials of your life, there
is very little cynical about you .
This is just another in a long series of
great writing that you have produced.
----- Eagle Cruagh

[lowena]

Sure life is short, that is why we must not spend it in regret but live it to the full and try to appreciate and be thankful for everyday we have on earth.

No matter how bad we think our life to be there are always people worse off.

I liked the poem a lot, it was very deep and meaningful.