The whole "but what about when it ends??" dilemma.
Sonnet: Of Darkness and of Life
When idle tears of doleful, shadowed dreams,
Blur floating hope, and broken fingers wave,
And passion surges; worry breath does freeze,
As if a hundred juries mark your grave.
When feelings flow they rush towards certain death,
The mind apologizes, drowned in thought,
And feelings fall, existing but for death.
Engulfed in time, they live, but fall to naught.
When makeshift heroes wrapped in voices sweet,
Should taste like freedom, weary be! Resist
What equals struggle, thwart dependence’s scheme!
Inspect and doubt, refuse surrender’s kiss.
For every love will shimmer fore its death,
When life burns brightly ‘gainst eternal rest.
rather self-indulgent i know. everyone must come to terms that they really just want the universe to notice them (i'm talking to you, Bloggers!)
it's sort of a carpe-diem poem. remember, when reading poetry, never igonore irony...
Peace.
