in Reverse

A more serious poem I've written.

The clock ticks life away,

Slowly turning the tables on reality

Is life really what we see?

Or is it our death in reverse?

How can we tell this truth

When all ears are closed?

How can we see the light

When darkness covers all?

How will we continue

When our will is gone?

If we see our deaths,

Will we change them?

Or will our changes cause them?

How should we Live,

When live is evil in reverse.

 

 

-Kayama.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Celtic Cat]

This is beyond deep. So many questions that I know I've contemplated on more than one ocassion. It is hard to separate and discern what is what anymore in this ever changing world of illusions. In one piece I wrote I refered to us as the walking dead because too often we miss the whole point of life and seem to all become the same mindless zombies caught up in the day to day and never pondering the important. good to see you pondering the important...keep it up...through searching we may find....also it may just sneak up on us when we're not looking for it....either way it's good to be enlightened. This poem shows us that you are. Excellent piece!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

And lived is devil too - interesting play on words. Funny how you struck through Life in the end. I wonder if that means you are putting it under erasure or striking through and finding some meaning there. Nice work. Fine words to ponder. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[Gandré]

this was interesting, almost metaphysical poem. thanks Cat for sending it to me. I find it has got an enormous depth and you did a great job. wow. loved it.

[Emily Elizabeth]

Wow...
This is amazing! Thanks for Cat for sharing... this is absolutely astounding... definitely one of the best poems on here... it gave me shivers down my spine! And that last line was absolutely fantastic! Thanks so much for sharing such a wonderful piece!