I see a world without me
Just as busy and green
The sun rising and setting
Its usual course following
Cities bustling bursting their seams
Lethargic countrysides lazying
The newspapers have their headlines
Internet editions changing by the hour
No mention of me
No mention of my existence
Life goes on
As it always has been
Maybe there is a mention
A little obituary
A little gathering by a graveside
With a few black clothes hired
The cars drive away
I am left alone
All gone, including me
So did I exist? Or was my life a dream
A few ol’ pictures, a drawer full of papers
A character in a few memories
Blurry, growing fuzzy, as the plot fades
With me dead, I am but an object
A bit of ash for keepsake
A bounded entity now
Left behind in memory
With me gone
The objects begin to play
Who said objects don’t grow
Expand and increase
In innumerable ways
It is now, I am immortalised
Never to die
Never to leave
Always to be
Forever to grow old
In this aging world
Only when I am
Truly no more
what does this mean ?
ReplyDeleteHi Benjamin
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading. Well, it is about life and death. I do not want to give too much away in terms of explanation :) Because poetry like all other literary genres, but more so, has to do with the act of interpretation. You are part of the process of making-meaning. But if you would like to share with me your interpretation, we can definitely compare notes :) Hope you enjoyed this and the other stuff on this blog as well :) Thanks for visiting. Cheers.