Shakespeare is Dead

Shakespeare is Dead

A Poem by Inda

I want to see a new Shakespeare play,
"But he is dead."- You'll say.
Therein lies the futility of being,
the futility of words; although they go on
often further than man.

Still, until when?
Till they are lost or time ends?
Never to be examined or refined
by the holder of the pen,
-no beginning or end.

As for these words
and thank you for reading them;
certain conclusions arise
and all lives
condemn.

-Echoes survive
and for a brief time vibrate
and give the impressions of life.
and whether a wise man or a fool,
you'll see that really, "All is well."

© 2017 Inda


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Taps in to a lot of my theories in life. Things that are created with the soul...never really disappear. Dug this one.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Inda

3 Years Ago

Thanks for the RnR, means a lot!

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Inda
Inda

miami, FL



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