Sometimes, I feel the urge
To sink all at once,
For perhaps the pain would be less
Than the agony of sinking slowly.
The weight of our mortality
Is painful and conflicting,
An experience like no other,
A deep and relentless root.
We live, or merely survive,
Like one who feels the pain of a tooth
Throbbing in the dead of night:
Intense and constant, yet insufficient.
Why all of this,
If in the end, we are nothing?
The end, an unavoidable truth,
Death, the indecipherable enigma.
So, we wish for children,
We ask God for descendants,
An extension of our "forever,"
A bit more life, a bit more time.
The beginning, the middle, and the end,
The cycle of existence.
The nothingness.
Forums:
Reviews
No reviews yet.
Comments
Elaine Silva Melo’s poem
Elaine Silva Melo’s poem "Void" captures the profound struggle with mortality and the existential quest for meaning in the face of life's inherent pain. It's a powerful reflection on the human condition. On a lighter note, if you're looking to escape into something engaging, I’ve recently enjoyed exploring Top X. The platform offers a diverse range of games with an engaging interface that really enhances the gaming experience. If you’re seeking a new adventure, I highly recommend giving Top X a try.
http://newtopx.com/
Report SPAM