empty spot

my take on why I crave memories so much

Why do we take pictures whe'er we go ?

Why do we mark the streets that we roam ?
Why do we write our names on our books?
Why do we give old things sad looks ?

If everything's to pass and nothing's to stay,
why do we care for it all anyway ?

When nothing is permanent and all of its vain,
Isn't it better to erase from our brain?

Perhaps it's foolish,
perhaps it's a waste,
to spend time,
marking the books' first page.

Maybe it's fear

or apprehension perhaps ,
that one day memories

would be all that last .

So we write our names on books,
And mark the streets we roam.
We take pictures when we can,
And fill up pages with them alone.

For the day will come

when we all must depart,

and God forbid
we leave an empty spot .

-Rhea.

Author's Note

ignore grammar..but tell your thoughts on this random poem?

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

Its part of what it is to be human to want to leave our mark (wow, why does that sound now like dog peeing around its territory) but it's far less about territorial claim and more about wanting to live on (and to entertain our fellow human beings too).
Cavemen did it with spit and minerals and we do it with ink and paper.
This is a excellent poem exploring the meaning of writing rhea.

[rhea]

yes! its exactly that! thank you!

[Sandra Soto]

I really liked this poem, I can relate to your outlook. Keep writing, I would love to read more.

[rhea]

thank you so much!