Hope is no longer an option
Life is no longer the way
She whispered to the trees before her
In a morning trance gone astray
Passion no longer has feeling
My desires are bound to decay
Since then, hours ticked only backwards
To where feelings to unrest we lay
& it pains me to see
That it ends the same
My last words to you
& my last words to someone
Who never deserved a word
To be spoken to
It pains me to see
I’m all that remains
Trapped in that fall
To insignificance
A forever, captured
In a few tiny grains
& all the knowledge I find
Is a burden I bear in my heart
All life I see a step away from death
Left a shadow of itself through art
& I’ve seen Father Time
Take the shine away
The towers have crumbled
Books turned to ash
& the gods got old
I’ve seen all the pieces
Scattered & rejoined
Towards an end of something
Long ago foretold
’cause life is no longer for the living
& who said it ever had been
She whispered to the golden serpent
Weeping in the garden of sin
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This was quite the journey!
“& all the knowledge I find
Is a burden I bear in my heart
All life I see a step away from death
Left a shadow of itself through art”
I connected with these lines immediately.
I feel like real artists don’t get acknowledged, till they’re on death’s doorstep, or beyond.. sadly.
You’re on point, with this beaut.
Not that there was ever a doubt.
another thing you may like about it is that “she” is a character from another piece I wrote.. she represents life (her name is Vivienne, so yea.. ) & also the paradox of life, something similar to what you just pointed out about artists.. this piece in particular is dealing with the idea of living eternally as a human, which is a pretty scary thought, a tragic destiny.. by terminating itself, life actually gives itself a meaning..
but I don’t have that many words to express my gratitude.. I’m feelin’ it, tho… always a pleasure to hear from you 🙂
I knew it. Just with the title, I know I was about to be flabergasted. The best thing I read in a Long Time. I’d love to read for the first time again. Thank you Nebo for this feeling and for giving me the opportunity to use the word flabergasted.
I knew it, just when I saw you posted a comment… & I’m astonished by it… thank you so much.. 🙂 the credit also goes to a friend of mine, who was incredibly high & described his fear of eternity so vividly… I wrote the piece soon after that.. thanks again 🙂
Cheers to eternity
This one almost made me cry! And that doesn’t happen often. “Life is no longer for the living” I’ve put a lot of thought into that in the last few years so this really connects with me!
means a lot, bro.. thanks for reading :)))
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