Screaming on the mountain,
disturbing the birds' niche,
casting myself into the volcano pit
to burn and become but nothing,
leaving a note which quoth:
Dear World,
Chaos has corrupted my soul.
I'm done being daunted
by the blasphemous torment
of humankind.
Forget me now and forever,
Insignificant.
In a few short lines' few
In a few short lines' few words, you describe the despair many feel. Your poetry, as a whole, is a spectrum of many moods, of many colors, of many emotional states. And this is a good things: only stars produce spectra, while many moons and planets, some of them tremendously insignificant, can only reflect, but never create, those spectra.
Starward
Thanks for a fine metaphor
Thanks for a fine metaphor
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Your welcome. And, more than
Your welcome. And, more than a metaphor, is it an accurate reflection of your poetry's effect upon this reader.
Starward
We All signfcant
Pebbles
thrown
into
an
infnite pond.
Belittling the selves, yet
Belittling the selves, yet such a beautiful connection of words.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes