Reoccuring Question

Reoccuring Question

A Poem by thumbelina

What's the point?

I return, to the reoccurring question, yet again:
What's the point of this incessant game?
To and from end of days,
The deluded fight between pleasure and pain
Finding balance through Art: Middle and End
Come in vain - help defend....
Life of a soldier; the death of a child
The slaughter of love in a act of pride.
I return, yet again, to the question at hand:
As a mere speck of sand on a magical land,
What is the point to these pitiful lives
Taught from childhood the art of disguise,
A perfect weapon to disarm the mind...

© 2015 thumbelina

Author's Note

Any and all feedback is deeply appreciated.

Thanks for reading 💜

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I have the opinion that mind is only disarmed with death you have some perplexed questions here. The answer is obvious laying in the abyss of our mind.

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Added on February 1, 2015
Last Updated on February 1, 2015
Tags: life, love, death, sacrifice, mind, war, inoccence



United Kingdom

I've only recently started to write poetry so I still have a lot of room for improvements. I write solely as a way of expressing my own thoughts and emotions. Every poem I share is a piece of myself t.. more..

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A Poem by thumbelina

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