untitled

Why is it dark so early?

   What are these visions that have over stayed their welcome?

      Where have these questions been hiding?

         And how do I know that you are real?



Socrates thought that we were just forms, but I live in no cave



My "philosophical circle" has abandoned me

But my words will never betray me

(I have Penelope and Cordelia to thank for that)



And if you haven't read the books, I may be speaking nonsense

And if you haven't read my mind, then maybe you don't know me as well as I thought



And when I speak of pain, maybe you should realize that I am only dreaming or wishing or writing



And you have to know that maybe I don't understand what my words mean

But I do know that your voice has never been softer



            WHY ARE YOU WHISPERING?



And maybe some people are in a cave, because you didn't read my mind

You didn't even read the books,you know, the really great ones?

And I am further away from you than I feel because now I know that my heart rests in your soul

Author's Notes/Comments: 

So, I just finished a really awesome philosophy class. It was so inspiring to read about great thinkers and writers. ANYWAY, the point is that I had to write about it, so it may not make sense, but it was one of those things that was bursting and ready to come out!
I was thinking about ending it right after I say "why are you whispering?" So let me know what you think. I know it needs revision... but HEY, It's my first day!

View catclo15's Full Portfolio
tags:
David W Jones's picture

*A roaring applause* Bravicimo! :D

Zoee Tella Sheena's picture

"And how do I know that you are real?"

i like that line. to me, this poem is chaotic and questioning, and just so wonderful. i really enjoy your writing. keep up the good work.

Josh Glasgow's picture

haha Great

Eric Duerr's picture

I think the last stanza is the strongst part of the poem, I love it! This is the second best thing I've ever read by you...Chattanooga must be doing you good!