Life...

Dying does not always promise death.

Insignificance is the word 
That reverberates around my confused head.
My lips hang open,
But my voice is strangled
It is useless...
Words are worthless
But to describe more words
For the deep emotions in the pit of my heart
Can never be expressed.
Beckoning, screaming, crying out 
For anything to take this bitterness from my grasp 
It engulfs my life, my mind, my soul.
All that is left of me 
Is a shell of once was...
Of what could have been.
Life was so long ago
A shadow is all that remains
A pitiful, transparent being
Circling the earth
Is what you'll find.
No longer does my heart beat
With the throbbing and pounding of life,
No that is all in the past.
I linger a a spirit,
Trapped in a gasping carcass
Mindlessly existing
Hopelessly grasping at life.

Reviews

[Ang]

WOW! This poem is thought provoking. I love the seriousness of your writing as well as your sureness of what life is for you. This piece is sad in the sense that you seem lost in life or almost as though you don't care about life. From reading this, I got the opinion that you live life because you have to, not becuase you want to. In life, you are aimlessly roaming around. I love your emotions in this piece! This was a fantastic read! Great poem! :)

Random...but your second line, sencond word, "reverberates" brought a smile to my face :) It reminded me of The Grinch :) Also, I love the lines, "All that is left of me/Is a shell of once was..." Those two lines are so powerful to me. Anywho, great piece!

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

"Mindlessly existing
Hopelessly grasping at life."

The first poem that I've read that nailed to the core of my Contest. Loved how you intertwined life into the theme. Nonetheless, you create an umbrella to a life which is only existing perhaps, solely for the purpose.

[Giselle]

wow! This is REALLY GOOD!!