Uncaring WorldDeath, I hear you call my name.Finally, I can be free. Life's torturing hand is loosened As I plunge into oblivion. No not what is expected on the other side, Yet it is better than being molded to other's eyes. They who make me in their fashion, and control my movements, my thoughts. True, I give easily to the darkness, yet Sick I am to listening to people complain When they take no notice to life all around. Will they ever look to the beauty surrounding their lonely lives? Maybe life would be joyful and understanding if people would prosper. No, they walk around pushing, shoving, staring ahead, caring for themselves. With my departure I can rest. Never to be hurt again. Peace, Quiet, Solitude, Comfort. All I want in Death written in 1996 |
Uncaring WorldDeath, I hear you call my name.Finally I can be free. Life's torturing hand is loosened As I plunge into oblivion. No not what is expected on the other side, Yet it is better than being molded to other's eyes They who make me in their fashion and Control my movements, my thoughts. True, I give easily to the darkness, yet Sick am I to listening to people complain When they do not paused to glance at life all around. Will they ever look to the beauty Surrounding their lives? Every second holds wonder. Maybe life would hold the meaning searched if Understanding of the moment is touched. No. They walk forward blind to the understanding and so Close to the truth. Perhaps patience has escaped me. I decide to take the easy path, the weak path, but Finally I can be Free… written in 2000 |
Well, there was a contest at poetry.com and happens to be for charity as well. I decided to enter "Uncaring World" but I felt that the poem did not reflect my skills as a writer now. I have grown a lot more since I first put World down on paper. The same themes run in the second version, but in my opinion, it is not as depressing. I am not saying that the poem now is a happier, which it is not. It is more parallel to my thoughts and feelings now. I put both versions of the poem next to each other so you could see the changes. The beginning starts the same, and some of the same lines can be seen later. The ending is what changed the most. Granted, it has the same result, but there is more reasoning behind the decision and an understanding of the limitations of the speaker.
