It Still Goes On

She'll go down

In secrecy

Not to be seen

Not to be touched

Not to be spoken about

And she'll never be thought about.

One, two, three years

And she's gone.

He'll run away

In fear and in fury

He wasn't loved

He wasn't noticed

He wasn't worth it

And he'll never be missed.

One, two, three months

And he's gone.

They'll stow away

Heartbeat pounding

They won't be followed

They won't be wanted

They won't be questioned

And they'll never be chained again.

One, two, three weeks

And they're gone.

I'll hide somewhere

Timid thoughts cutting thick silence

I haven't been free

I haven't been brave

I haven't been decisive

And I'll never be worried about.

One, two, three times

And I'm gone.

She was strong.

He was strong.

They were strong.

So must I be strong...

As we reach for the stars,

Dying one by one,

I come to the realization

That time will still go on.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

History does leave a stunning many of us behind as it progresses onwards, only remembering the names of the luckiest and the most ruthless, merciless leaders, and that's the truth of it. There's no changing it, and I like the way you present it, a silent fear and a whisper, a succumbing to how things are and a willingness to set the wheel back in motion of the cycle of history with a sad undertone.

Makes me think a little, the best thing we can do for the dead is remember them . . . To honor them, when nobody else will. Well done.

[Riley Bray]

You're absolutely right Tai. I feel that's why I want to be a successful writer as badly as I do, I want to die known so that my name and life won't just eventually cease to exist, getting watered down as names do as generations pass. (Especially looking at what OUR generation has become, I doubt further ones will care much about dead relatives). The thought works generally though, too, especially when applied to those that gave their lives to their country, any and every one, and even more generally to fit this race of ours as a whole. Thank you for the review. ^-^

[Tai Ryens]

I think it's quite the contrary, at least in today's society, there'll be a remnant of a page that mentions our names, even if you try your hardest to erase it. There's always going to be tidbits of us floating around for people to find.

[Riley Bray]

That's a nice way to think about it, and I do suppose there is truth in that opinion. Perhaps I should try and think more like you, haha. As long as writerscafe stands our poetry, at least, will exist. Perhaps once we're dead our poetry will gain interest? Like Picasso and Da Vinci. Ah well, time will tell.

[Tai Ryens]

And that is true! It's a common phenomena that television shows often joke around about. Any and everyone's life work becomes more valuable post-death. From unique glasswork to poems to novels to paintings, it does tend to be true, at least to my understanding.

[Riley Bray]

Ah, what a cruel world, eh? That arts just aren't recognized or appreciated as much as they should be, leaving many talented people to die in the dust. Only long after they're gone does anyone really start to care about the things they wrote/made, which is rather sad haha.

[Tai Ryens]

Jollier then than having never been recognized at all.