Falling Blossom

When we are children,

We see the world as chasing lives.

The paths of healers, killers,

Death, blood and knives.

In this world there is no clean,

No perfect innocence-

From the time of birth we are left

No blissful ignorance.

So what is there to live for?

When this existence is forced on you;

We are not special, just ordinary,

So what else can we do-

But look around us at the sea

Of single-minded goals?

The crystal focus, the rightous need,

That defends our tainted souls.

Reviews

[Natalie.]

Hm...this sets my mind to work as well, but to the opposite effect of Valentine's...There is no purpose to life other than the animalistic desire to benefit our species. People who claim that they have "found their place in life" have only learned to fool themselves into believing that there is some higher power that gives a crap whether we live or die. Humans are not special. We just happened to win the rat race of evolution. We are not "the chosen ones" of some higher power. But I do tip my hat to the happiness of those who have not realized this.

[Snow412]

Cynical way of looking at things, but basically this is it. Not much I can add to this really...

The poem flowed quite well and the end wrap was great.

[Soul Magic✯]

Beautifully written from beginning to end. You have a wonderful talent with the ink. Keep doing your thing... Much luv :)

[Frantzuu]

A Very beautiful poem.

[An owl on the moon]

There is a profound beauty that lies here... drifting within and without the words and emotion. Powerfully spoken with a vivid message.

[Valentine]

This seets the mind to thinking..when I was at my lowest point in life I turned to Jesus Christ and He gave me reasons to live and things to do to be useful on this earth..I hope this write makes all people think of their place in life..loved it..lol and God bless..Valentine