The Writer Wrote

In her eyes the world started off small and to her surprise
it was a sin to grow old
Age wasn't the purpose of her discovery, rather than the wisdom that came with no recovery
What once used to be a mind of many shades, began transcending to grey after she murdered her rose 
colored glasses
Ashes to ashes, she is unable to express or remotely stress how horrifying the rest of the world is
Dust to dust, these forms of beings are resorting to feeding on trends that’s ultimately eating into a 
dead end
We justify every reason no matter if it’s rape, slander, or treason- each person is free and 
Now we wait for the inevitable
Equality for all- murderers just came from a broken home, a man that beats his wife was just feeling alone 
Do you feel sympathetic? For lack of better words, the writer calls that pathetic
Innocence and ignorance is bliss, what you don’t know, you won’t miss
Here lies a society of fearful, sensitive pricks 
Who watch out for themselves, and call the rest hypocrites
What about that could you miss?
This was the last that the writer wrote, but before she ended her note
A red fingerprint placed gently in between quotes

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

A lovely write like a journalist's responsibility to get the truth out there. We are such a complacent race as far as, if its not in our backyard, it doesn't matter. Yes it doesn't take much to look, and find out, its not what you expect out there but a world of lies and cruelty.

[Drcicarlo]

Thank you for your kind review and interpretation of this piece, Andrew. You are spot on with your comment. Many people will sit around the television or radio thinking how awful and tragic it all is, but will continue to eat and communicate about their day without batting an eye. If the evil doesn't inflict us, then we have no reason to believe it could happen.

[Ken Simm.]

I see the tortured irony here. I feel the writers empathy with victims rather than perpetrators and yet the stark defiance she throws out to the world as a last act. This gives the write a stature of its own beyond the obvious stark sadness. It is all the more poignant as a write for that.

[Drcicarlo]

Thank you Ken for your interpretation and review. I am glad you were able to see meaning within the piece. Particularly the significance that you conveyed. I appreciate the time you took to view my piece.

[emmajoy]

Guess, perhaps, tis the dyed-in-the-wool cynics who see the world as it is in its messy coat but secretly beautiful beneath. ' Innocence and ignorance is bliss, what you don’t know, you won’t miss ~ Here lies a society of fearful, sensitive pricks.'

Does anyone enjoy feeling the sins of our fathers hitting out at what should be an open mind, a slightly marred innocence? Your poem, your skilful writing opens thought, turns it this way that into seeing How rather than What - ' .. What once used to be a mind of many shades, began transcending to grey after she murdered her rose colored glasses.'

I felt your words, they softly nudged and will stay a while, I think.

[Drcicarlo]

What an outstanding connection! Your interpretation is clear. I am thankful for your personal interaction and interest with the piece. I appreciate the time you took to read through it and review.

[grimfukle]

One gets a brief glimpse of a child not really coming to terms with the harsh reality of the world, almost (or eventually?) being broken by it. Well done, a lot going on in a few words.
I do like pieces that damn society :)

[Drcicarlo]

I value your perception of the piece. Thank you for the feedback. I believe as we grow older we become more self aware only to see that we are living in a world a free will, which means the evil within it will either make or break a person.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the writers feel, the writers write...they have empathy...which obviously some call foolish...especially those who only look out for themselves and to hell with others...

the ending is foreboding...as if she ended her writing, ended her note and ended her life because she just couldn't feel anymore...

once we get old enough to take off the rose colored glasses...reality makes us age much faster than we want to.

this is good stuff, potent and real...and i cannot believe only 2 others commented.

[Drcicarlo]

Your interpretation of this piece is precisely what I've been looking for. I don't necessarily put a significance or personal message behind my poems, because like art, it is meant to prompt the audiences' unconscious. I particularly appreciate your association to some of the lines in this piece.
Thank you so much for your review. It means a lot to have someone with such extraordinary writing skills commenting on my work. It is difficult to share ideas in a world where everyone is a poet. If it deems appropriate, I would like to quote William Shakespeare, "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women are merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages." Someone will have an opportunity to shine one day, and that feeling will leave a lasting impression. Again, thank you for taking the time to read.

[Yehshaihah]

i really like this the overall tone is brilliant, the imagery is very powerful, it makes the reader feel every word well done :) x

[Drcicarlo]

Thank you so much for your perception of my poem! It was intentionally meant to do just that!
I am so grateful that you took the time to read it- I can't wait to see what you've got! :)

[Yehshaihah]

you're very welcome! and you're very talented i look forward to reading the rest of your work :)

[A hare off]

This was great, that last line made me sit up and feel this poem. There is so much truth in your words and the pain closing it out was stellar. Great format, I love free-verse poetry. You did an excelent job with this.

[Drcicarlo]

You are incredible! Thank you for a positive feedback- It honestly warms my heart that you read it. Can't wait to see some of your art!