Who can understand
what we feel inside
When we gaze into the eyes
of the shadows
To which we subscribe as members
Of this dark and lonely world
Constantly turning round
while friction builds
Like rats in a tool shed
we die and are replaced
Never again to taste the bait
that lured us to our fate
Before we found the words and will to save
this dark and lonely world
Described as truth by one man
questioned and doubted by others
Remembered in short
by no one
The deeds of mankind are
shadows to us all
Whose eyes we capture
upon the walls
While searching for our place in this
dark and lonely world
Held empty in meaning and
failing to comprehend
We play the game to its end
we're always trying to win
Salvation for ourselves
while the world
goes on dancing
and picture postcards sell
The meaning of a life
to which we subscribe
As members of those shadows
in a dark and lonely world
And somehow we do manage to survive
and somehow we do manage to surmise
What lies behind those eyes
Fatalistically speaking of course.....
This is brilliant Ted. Your poetic mind is as sharp as ever. Good to see you publishing online again. ~ Sara
Nice examination of individual plight in a largely indifferent and artificial world. Nice work.
A poem that belongs in the forever file -you carve your words out of darkness and we do survive this lonely planet,10 plus regards
True poem comes from true poet. Indeed, this masterpiece holds to reality..
What an excellent write on the darker side of life through which most of us all pass through at one time or another, some more than others.....Guess in the end it's all about a four letter word to get us through the dark days and nights our souls may encounter~~~~HOPE........... love, marci.xo
'and somehow we manage to survive...this dark and lonely world.' How, you ask? By searching, and continuing to search...for if we give up, we die...in this 'dark and lonely world! ! ' Fantastic!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When one sees with their mind, one's 'eyes' has back-up. Ofte I use my 'hands' to see how beautiful a Woman can truly be.