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If I Fail to Wake
If I fail to wake,
Why would it even matter?
Few thoughts would drift my way,
Few tears would fall in vain
A life of such inconsequence
Merits hardly a moment's sentience
A passing shadow on the wall
Rates even less, maybe none at all
I dreamed a dream of being real
I felt, I cried, I laughed, I sang
In the end, I was merely the shadow --
Fading away as the sun sinks low
If I fail to wake,
To whom would it ever matter?
Don't mind me, I'm just
A transitory manifestation of dancing light.
Why would it even matter?
Few thoughts would drift my way,
Few tears would fall in vain
A life of such inconsequence
Merits hardly a moment's sentience
A passing shadow on the wall
Rates even less, maybe none at all
I dreamed a dream of being real
I felt, I cried, I laughed, I sang
In the end, I was merely the shadow --
Fading away as the sun sinks low
If I fail to wake,
To whom would it ever matter?
Don't mind me, I'm just
A transitory manifestation of dancing light.
Published 14th Sep 2021
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14th Sep 2021 8:12pm
I feel that even some versions of shadows have their rightly place among us.... I just got done reading another poem about shadows and their ability to allow for hidden depths and being a possible place for a space of grayish-ness to exist.... that it's needed and coveted.... like the way you can appreciate the sunlight is because there's moments when it's so very very dark....
Kinda my same feeling..... anyway, just my thoughts.... lol...
I appreciate the thought provoking, and I am so grateful for you sharing with us 🙏🏻
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B
Kinda my same feeling..... anyway, just my thoughts.... lol...
I appreciate the thought provoking, and I am so grateful for you sharing with us 🙏🏻
🌹 - 💙
B
15th Sep 2021 6:43pm
In so many ways apathy can be worse than depression, possibly the step after it, and I feel like you absolutely captured it here; that absence of light, a dark void of nothingness, a lack of emotion and feelings... Still parts feel like apathy clinging to depression.
