An Inconvenient Reality

The inspiration for this piece came from a landfill.

surrounded by destruction,
man's mind wasted.
looking, sitting, waiting.
swimming through the mire,
for the garbage stands
by the next week's roses cut,
watching, used up.
when you, like I, called for destruction.

Reviews

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A little bit unlike the last one of your poems that I read, this one has more of a mystery behind it. You write in a way that you are referring to the past and with knowledge, you wrap it all up.
"man's mind wasted": it is ingenious that you chose this line, because the whole "landfill" effect really makes it all worth while. The mind is an interesting place, isn't it? I like how you illustrated that the mind is destructive and wasted. yet still, "looking, sitting, waiting" because one can not just run from his/her thoughts.
the last line puts the icing on the cake: "when you, like I, called for destruction". Although you do not flaunt it, there is wisdom behind your words. Your wisdom with your thoughts makes you capable of being a really great poet.
I do wish you'd write something a little bit more mysterious, because I can see you'd do a fantastic job at it. Something with a more hidden meaning to explore. Much like this one, but deeper.

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Deep ponderful read, i enjoyed this