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Thomas
Lv 4
Thomas asked in Arts & HumanitiesPoetry · 10 years ago

Lamplight... ( Comment / Critique )?

Throughout all his days

He sees through the haze

Nodding away

Day by day

Holes in his memories

Half of his better days

He struggles to gasp

Heavy eyes roll in

This day is his last

But it is not grim

On feathers he lay

No thoughts to burden

Numb of the pain

Crestfallen eyes,

With just a glimmer of hope

No farewells

The holes are all whole

The days are his best

Pulse fades away

Now he can rest...

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  • Ben
    Lv 5
    10 years ago
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    "The holes are all whole" maybe "Every hole is whole" to play on the homophone more.

    I'm pretty familiar with last day on earth type poems. They are cathartic, I don't mean it's ****, I just mean that it's nihilism.

    There's nothing wrong with nihilism, millions of people believed Nostradamus when he said "In the seventh month of the year 1999..." and millions of people believed the world would end in the millennium. They want to believe it's the end because there is nothing certain and sure in this world aside from death.

    Your character can take all this nihilism to the face every single day for the rest of his life because your words are beautiful.

    The past few days I've lived in tragedy, starvation, sickness, pain, contemplation of suicide - down to the method and imagining myself hung from a tree - This tree is situated on a walking track. The track is dirty and old. It's an insult to every man who walks on it with eyes. It's an insult to everyone in this city and depressing to me.

    There is one reason that makes it that way. My vision and the vision of others. That sight is a curse and a blessing.

    I hope that he awakens and finds more terrible things. They're never more than him as long as he sees.

    Nice poem.

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