I only wrote a lot of poems during my days in college when I was taking a literature course in poetry. I wrote a few before and after, but the bulk came out of this time. I just never had the urge to wax poetic. But I suppose I could always try my hand again at another some day. After I’m finished with my latest endeavors, of course! Anyhow, this one was probably the second poem I ever wrote and it wasn’t in college, imagine that. It was actually for a short time that I was posting work on Fanstory.com. A place for writing hopefuls to share their work with others and get criticized for it! Wonderful, wonderful site. If you enjoy verbal abuse.
And now, enjoy!
WHAT IS LIFE?
What is life
But the resolute devotion to emptiness
The hampering crutch of solitude
What is solitude
But the devastating lack of sincerity
The chaotic requiem of love
What is love
But the willful disobedience to logic
The rudimentary physics of intelligence
What is intelligence
But the desperate key to understanding
The tempering flow of unhindered belief
What is belief
But the truest depth of forecast
The coming prelude to death
What is death
But the disdainful lack of compassion
The anathema to hate
What is hate
But the riveting compulsion of disease
The lethargic catalyst of life
What is life
But the wondrous joy of passion
The difficult acceptance that we are not alone.
Thanks for reading!
iCentrist 