Human Detachment

by Jemma   Feb 8, 2007


Trees, proud from the fortunes of time spent stood
Now lay barren in the field of deceased victory
Of shock and fear and distaste
The wastes of human amusement
Fetid heat and warmth from the comfort
Granted on occasion to the famined souls
Lying now forgotten in shallow graves
A war of unexisting
Deceived emotions and courage
It is better to run
Always better to run
When bitterness of human nature is awakened
Fear carries you, delivered by fate
So should standing, looking upon the grunge
Be compared to the dull perception of acting?
Standing against the fury
Or, in mildest and strongest desperation join the fray
To swallow acid in profound detachment
Indifferent to pain
Perhaps water should have been taken
Chance stood to quench that thirst
Sating the hunger that devours the self within
The fruits of the world are spent
Fermenting and rotting and never growing
Dying
As are all who wake in such distanced times
And man, proud from the spoils time have awarded
Stands barren on the fields of deceased victory

**sad? Dark? Life? I had no idea... please help!*

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  • 17 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    ....The more I read your work, the more I see pieces of dialogue from some incredible play (or two or three) ....and sometimes, also, songs.....Your imagination..and your wide and winding use of language can only widen with use and time.....I wonder if you have encountered the various grammar books by Karen Elizabeth Gordon...The Transitive Vampire, for example....
    Fairly often your poems have been darker than my taste for poetry, but they are, with a few editing gestures taken into account, always compelling , and thought-provoking....what, after all, is poetry??

    I think the catagory here is Life.....

    P.S....baron.....barren......this Will help...

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