The Question Of Generations Poem by Wandering Scarlet

The Question Of Generations

Rating: 3.5


in the corner i sit
the room dimly lit
i sit and stall
counting the bricks on the wall
wondering how it was all made
wondering if it is just an illusion waiting to fade
but i m wasting time
sitting and searching for the next best rhyme
i have many things to do
maybe a chore or two
but i do not wish to do anything
all i want to do is sit and sing
sing of the creation of the earth
discover what life is really worth
every morning and night
i sit in the corner snuggled and tight
and i always wonder
are we all the same, one another?
or are we a small part, in a big plan of divinity
and will we live for infinity
or is it all a scam
good or bad, should we even give a damn
but all i can do is wait and see
will my life be given back to me?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Justin Unanue 11 January 2010

When looked at a Christian context, its a whole nother level of beautiful. When looked at a purely humanitarian stand point, I think this is truly the question of generations... whether we admit it or not, all of us wonder... is there life after death? And even so, because I will never truly know, is it worth fighting for?

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Katie E 28 November 2009

Once again another amazing poem. You're a very good poet, keep up the good work. I enjoy reading them.

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Scarred Unknown 17 June 2008

I love the Depth of this and the amount it makes you think. You can visualize everything and feel all the things you say. I love your writting it's always amazing. Keep it up and take care

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Helena Alvarez 24 April 2008

loved it and the rhymes im running out of words to say hehe 10

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