A Poem by Luke Ritta

a poem about everybody.

We all think we are original. 
We all think we are something special.

We have mornings of melancholy and nights of euphoria.
We all think we are more smarter, healthier, intelligent, determined, successful, happier then are friends, and family.


We all drink and eat to keep the fire deep down in us burn bright.
throughout the years it will burn as bright as the sun.

But eventually, over time the fire will slowly distinguish and after a few decades it will become a smoldering coal that will turn into a cold piece of rock.

© 2013 Luke Ritta

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This sounds depressing, almost like why bother feeling anything at all when we are all going die anyway. Not sure if that's how you meant it, but that's how I read it at least and I'm sticking to it. LOL Makes you think, that's for sure.

Posted 8 Years Ago

I like that last line...In the end, evolution points us in the same direction.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on March 28, 2013
Last Updated on March 28, 2013
Tags: men, women, life, death, happy, sad


Luke Ritta
Luke Ritta

London, United Kingdom

Hi, I am 26 and from London. I love writing short stories, poems and novels. My writing is a bit like Jack Kerouac and Ernest Hemingway. I love reading classic Literature, from Tolstoy to Proust, I .. more..