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:)
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Thank you, that means a lot ✌️😃
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I write some free verse poetry and other prose on my blog. Maybe you’d like to check it out.
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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!
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I’m not sure why it wasn’t working but it is now. Thank you for letting me know ✌️😃
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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!
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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 😃
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