On a Desperate Day
Caught,
In the middle of the endless sea of thought
I swim, but do not reach the coast;
I see, but won't listen anymore;
I bleed, but I do not feel my bones.
Am I? I wonder, am I not?
Whose devil wrote this endless plot?
I wonder, but the answer is just lost;
For there is nothing, I perceive my senses not,
I feel nothing,
Anymore.
Driven by desperation, you are sure not to get anywhere. But how shall one resist it in the days of gloom?
In the middle of the endless sea of thought
I swim, but do not reach the coast;
I see, but won't listen anymore;
I bleed, but I do not feel my bones.
Am I? I wonder, am I not?
Whose devil wrote this endless plot?
I wonder, but the answer is just lost;
For there is nothing, I perceive my senses not,
I feel nothing,
Anymore.
Driven by desperation, you are sure not to get anywhere. But how shall one resist it in the days of gloom?
posted by Sing to me, Prufrock! | 8:39 AM
7 Comments:
These are days of gloom and sadness and desperation :(
I like it :-)
But, right, it's sad and all that. Sad Smilie Time! --> :-(
...but I like it :-)
Why on the hell do you write with such a good style??? It really hurts my self-confidence xDD
"Whose devil wrote this endless plot?"
The more I read this line, the more I like it. it's brilliant, I promise :)
I promise I'll never publish anything here.
Just one thing for all of you: Never ever forget to smile ;-)
I'm really glad you like it so much, but I'm afraid you look at it trough the subjective eyes of friendship :)
By the way, all of us should publish here, that's the beauty of the idea. Maybe you do not consider your writings worth it... Come on!!!
Two things: one tends to underestimate their work, since the creator is aware of every tiny flaw (even non existent ones; and, most important, this is just a freaky blog!!!
Subjective eyes of friendship?
but, what's poetry, then?
Is it not subjectivity?
Yes it is.
I like it, and the moment I say "I", I'm giving my opinion, my subjective (not necessarily by the eyes of friendship but subjective al fin y al cabo, puto inglés) opinion, but it's all we can do. I wouldn't dare to say a poem is good or bad, only whether I like it or not.
and i really like this one.
In days of gloom and sadness, the eyes (and whole body) of friendship will be there. that should be enough ;)
P.D I get the (strange?) feeling that you can misunderstand my words (thanks to my accurate and fluent English ¬¬). i hope you don't :) the purpose was to be kind, I swear.
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