The glass

"Don't be afraid of me", cried out the dark night.

And yet a sword could cut throught my vein, at anytime

I am afraid of the mere existence of my kind

How could I ever run fast through this corridor

When I know I am headed to fall down into the pits of nothingness?

What could it all be for?

"Don't be afraid of me, or the darkness"

But tell me, what could it all be for?

"When you are stripped of growing wisdom on your face,

You must believe you go to a better place,

Or believe in nothingness"

It does not answer any of my questions, and I feel despair

Hatred of the world as it is

As it exists in contrast and nothingness 

No good no bad 

No moral compass pointing to south 

No indication of life beyond Mars 

I owe to know what's through the looking-glass

"I cannot give you the truth,

I can only tell you, do not be afraid of the dark

You run the corridors with your brothers and sisters

All rushing to get to the finish line

And fall down into the pits of life"

Reviews

[Namus]

"into the pits of death" more like. :) Nicely painted woes of a restless mind looking for meaning in life. Here, if I might be allowed, I could add something not as an Art dabbler, but as an artless scientist: the good, the bad, if one tries to trace their meanings, one may inevitably be led to the conclusion that they are, even broadly speaking, social constructs, built so that we humans can stay together in society. That last word makes it rather dependent on our social-animal nature, ie. the wish to be merely dependent on everybody else around us. And this conflicts cruelly against the inclinations of a thinker, hence, I think, the supposed contradiction. We, on the other hand, oftentimes enjoy our investigations so much---and I have no wish to sound saintly here, I really mean chemical pleasure---that the act of proving a theorem seems of greater importance than the theorem itself; and once proven, the pursuit remains as a pleasant memory. The upshot of all this is that, may be the corridor ain't that dark? May be what would happen after reaching the end is hardly the point, and words like "good" or "bad" are seriously incompetent in contemplating the answer in any case?

I do beg your pardon if I hurt some sensitive spots being so blunt. But may be those spots themselves are not you (my reader), but something cruelly implanted since childhood?

[Lana]

There are no answers of what happens after in this poem. The "dark night" does not answer it. The lines about "good" and "bad" is not even about what happens after you are at the "finish line", rather they are an observation about the world, the next line is about morals too, I do not personally think they are social constructs, but it wasn't even about society's view of morals but rather the universe's view of it. I think you didn't understand my poem fully but I appreciate your review and I also appreciate you understanding it a different way. But your questions at the end are not relevant to me because it wasn't what I meant at all. Thank you again

[Namus]

I think you _dislike_ my observation, which is understandable and anticipated. Good night.

[Lana]

No i dont dislike it at all because you misunderstood me. So it doesn't apply to me. I made sure in the poem that the 'dark night' explicitly say that not knowing is part of life, and that "i cannot give you the truth", and it's all about running through the corridor of life together, the rest u leave it be. The good or bad as I already said, it was about the universe's perspective of morals, which is diferent from us, and how we see it. For the universe there is neutrality. So yes you totally misunderstood the whole thing, I don't really mind it's part of writing, some understand some don't. I don't "dislike" your observation, your observation was just a misunderstanding from your part. If you're mad about it, I don't care, and don't get all sassy with me, just accept that u didn't understand my words the way they were meant to be understood. Goodbye and goodnight darling

[Namus]

Yeah, alright. Good day.