Insignificant

 

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.

 

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S74RW4RD's picture

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

humanfruit's picture

Thanks for a fine metaphor

Thanks for a fine metaphor


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S74RW4RD's picture

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

allets's picture

We All signfcant

Pebbles

thrown

into

an

infnite pond.

 


 

 

humanfruit's picture

Belittling the selves, yet

Belittling the selves, yet such a beautiful connection of words.


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