Our Direst Strait

Our Direst Strait

A Poem by emipoemi

Some Sisyphus now struggles up the hill,
And still not see his gruelling torture end;
Some Jack now falls from having failed his Jill;
Some Simon turns to call the darkness friend!
A flower ere in bloom is on the wane;
A tree in silence falls, and left to die;
A shadow blankly wanders in the rain;
A shimmer flickers with a stifled sigh.
A pilgrim walks a road he had not built,
From lacking means to frame and form his own.
He bears the burden of another’s guilt,
For which he by his will cannot atone.
The world but colours what it wants to show,
And leaves the rest without the hope to glow.


-EDP


© 2017 emipoemi



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I have a feeling that I am interpreting this not at all how you originally intended for it to be interpreted but I am going to give it a stab anyways and I would love to hear what your original intention was. I took from this, a depiction of basic human struggle. We are hit by our boulders (or struggles) over and over again and are doomed to always in some way struggle for the rest of our existence. We disappoint and fail our loved ones from time to time. We make decisions to please others and in the process end up displeasing ourselves. It is easy when you consider all of the despondant sides of living as a human on planet earth to lose hope and courage. I only hope that you, yourself have not lost faith. "Rage, rage against the dying sun"

Posted 1 Month Ago


emipoemi

1 Month Ago

The best thing about my poetry is that it can be interpreted like an inkblot test. There are no wron.. read more
Rachel Richardson

1 Month Ago

As one might say, it was my pleasure. (:

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Added on December 1, 2017
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emipoemi
emipoemi

Toronto, Canada



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