A poem I wrote during my existential crisis during university. Enjoy.
Is concern empty,
Or a means to do good?
Keep us locked in the woods,
from the truthful unseen.
Is it our way,
to break right from wrong?
A simple impasse to hinder the strong,
each night and day.
Construction of thought;
we test what is told
and all that is taught.
To find what we hold,
is endlessly fraught,
till we grow old.
#DWTSmith #nihilism
That gave me goosebumps, that did! Well written:)
Thank you, that means a lot ✌️😃
I write some free verse poetry and other prose on my blog. Maybe you’d like to check it out.
Douglas apologies for posting here but I thought I should mention that your Tuesday Discussion post (yesterday) is coming up with Page Not Found when you click on the title!
I’m not sure why it wasn’t working but it is now. Thank you for letting me know ✌️😃
couldn’t be more true, though i feel like these thoughts sometimes stick with us throughout the rest of our lives. this was a concise composition of a poem, well done!
I agree, I guess it was just this month and I’ll probably have the same thought process at the end of the year.
Thank you 😃