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Spent
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In corridors long and lonesome I toss my words out to them
but their ears are deaf and no one really hears what I say;
eyes cast toward some sunset my eyes cannot find in this world.
Pressing forward my eyes are blinded by mutual terror metted out
upon anyone willing to stand still long enough to take it;
willing victims we all must be to bring about no real difference.
What aches within my being no longer matters at all
as no one seems to care about anything at all;
a passion no longer felt across a flattening world.
Words mean nothing as they pour forth to be heard
because no one actually hears what is being said;
deaf, blind, muted and unmoved are we.
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Hello Benny!
Although this is a perfectly composed piece, and good poetry should evoke emotion from it's readers as this one does, I can't say that I liked it because the emotion it evoked was depression! I can however, appreciate the fact that it's very hopelessness and despair is what makes it such a good write! TY for posting!
This poem actually is a pretty good painting of not only what is going on in the world around us as we go on our blind, merry way...and it was written to present the pity of our responses to these needs all around us...yeah, it IS depressing...but I just had to get it outa my head for a while...grin. Thank you for reading and especially responding as you have.
Erikestabrook (wow...that's a looong handle), If I were a better poet, I know the meaning would be far clearer...sorry if it is a bit muddled. The poem is certainly depressing. I think I am and have been frustrated for many years just how hungry children can be and the world carries on as if it HAS to be the way it is...but, it is not. As I said before, I just had to get the disgust for my part in all of it out of me for a while...thank you.
I'm really feeling you on this. How the world seems to have changed so much that nobody gives a dam. About nothin. But at the same time their are people who do care. And people who do hear what is being said I think. You have great talent. good reading you. This piece kinda reels you in to the end.