Futility

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's just a short poem. Go with it.

Why am I trying?
Pushing ahead,
Never crying,
Why keep on striving?
As intuitions die.

 

Shouting from a mountain.
Alone in my room
Shouting into a vacuum.
The day ends too soon.

 

Locked inside these chambers.
Singing,
Who is listening?
Alone,
But not alone.
Together we roam.

 

All of these experiences
That exist in my mind,
All of these memories
Will vanish when I die.


Submitted: April 24, 2020

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Pure405Evil

nice write

Fri, April 24th, 2020 8:14am

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Thanks for reading my poem. I will be looking forward to reading your stuff.

Fri, April 24th, 2020 8:55am

hullabaloo22

This seems to be a very topical write. Isolation can be pretty soul-destroying. I particularly liked the second verse.

Fri, April 24th, 2020 6:38pm

Author
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Thank you so much. I actually started writing it before the social distancing. I'm glad I touched you poetically.

Sat, April 25th, 2020 10:32am

Tyrone Shoelaces

Very interesting introspection.

Thu, May 21st, 2020 2:31pm

Tyrone Shoelaces

Very interesting introspection.

Thu, May 21st, 2020 2:32pm

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