Entering the Woods On a Final Evening (A Take on R. Frost's Stopping By the Woods...)
The glass half empty on the shelf
Does burden me with thoughts of self
Perhaps a lovely sight to see
Those woods hold darker thoughts for me
The bells do toll for each of us
While most impose a dreadful fuss
But I do see a different end
And pray the dark will soon ascend
Tho' there is something to this life
It's wrought with deep and lavish strife
And we must bleed before we sleep
And hide the wounds from those we keep
So on I'll travel through the dark
This weary carriage I shall park
To watch the woods fill up with snow
Til' sleepfall yields it's welcome throe.
Author's Notes: (wouldn't fit downstairs).
Robert Frost's Stopping By the Woods On a Snowy Evening is my favorite poem of all time. And this is my take on it, for the contest. There is beauty in life, but it's ultimately sad, and tiresome. The beauty is notated in the wonders of the world, the trees, the snow, the sounds of the bells. The sadness is exemplified by the longing for eternal darkness, eternal sleep, and is further punctuated by the final 2 beautiful, yet weary, lines, displaying the longing to leave this life, but the need to stay(And miles to go before I sleep...And miles to go before I sleep). Seems sad to me too, Robert. Loved ones die, friends leave, beauty fades, yet there are still people who count on us, who's lives we would make more sorrowful if we went away. So, we must stay, and live with our sorrow, and loneliness, so as not to pass that on to them.
I've lived a lot in my short-ish existence, and fucked it up, and died a lot while living, and would love to visit the eternal darkness of those woods, Robert, but, as you say, I've got Miles To Go Before I Sleep.
Written by ElusiveSleepfall
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