Move and feel the energy fading constantly
Until you lose all hope,
Collapsing to the ground,
Like it would mean something,
Longing for inhabitants to notice,
How pointless enterprise can be
Now we meet again,
Engaging in inane dialogues of honor and antipathy,
Draining every last breath,
Hoping to grasp a purpose,
Realizing how resentful life would be
When motion was eliminated for you and me
Energy is beginning to fade,
Temperature is dropping there is no end
Our bodies are refusing to move
And we have less desire to live
Memory,
Canvas,
Dance Floor Revolution
Do we finally realize a purpose in this bitter rebirth?
Or how dreadful a canvas lacking activity is?
You have very different thoughts here, ones that you can relate to life after death or rebirth as you may deem fit. All the same, unusual thought and feel in this work that is astonishing and comprehensible. Thanks, arya.
Yay nobody commented this yet *collapses* this poem is too great to say anything lol. Luvs ya Cupid-Wonder, -Tyease
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
indepth write... concept too serious for your age...thoughts well presented there...10