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Nothing Exists
A land far away,
lay in a shroud.
Not a single soul stirs.
Darkness is all around,
Life as we knew it does not exist.
lay in a shroud.
Not a single soul stirs.
Darkness is all around,
Life as we knew it does not exist.
Published 18th May 2015
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18th May 2015 7:41pm
22nd May 2015 00:41am
We definitely have similar taste, dear Scarlett! I adore this poem as well, it is quite good. :)
22nd May 2015 00:47am
This could almost be seen as a poem about the Land of the Dead (Underworld, Netherworld, Hades, etc) which, although not Hell is not quite Heaven either… except for the Elysian Fields, which are a heaven of sorts for some although part of Hades’ realm technically. It reminds me of the old Sumerian depictions of the Netherworld, in which we have this image of the dead eating of dust and wandering about aimlessly. It is a powerful image that is as old and as ancient as time itself is. Something that has been with humanity since humanity first began to attempt to understand death and what lies beyond it. So although this is a short poem, it is also a complex poem since this is but one of many possible interpretations for it. I love poems with that level of complexity! And this level of deep, dark, gothic awesomeness too… keep your poems coming, dear elf. I love them lots! :)
