Dying Humanity

Dying Humanity short poem

I reached into the depths of my soul

Plucked from the carnage

The vestiges of my humanity

Around me my brothers like bricks fall

Yet not a flicker of emotion sustains

Concern me this should

Yet all that remains

Is a memory of pain and empathy

The world looks on

Shakes its head in disappointment

Perplexed I am by its animosity

Every man for himself said my teacher

To this day I follow

I took my share and then some to spare

Plundered and looted pillaged and destroyed

All but mattered was me mine I

I lived a model example of my teacher’s teaching

Yet my ways are criticized

Name and shamed I am

Why must I the follower of rules

Be sent forth to such savagery

Why then now must I defibrillate

My dying humanity.

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I come from a place of much fear and yearning. Yearing for that little extra that life has to offer which is just within our reach and fear that when faced with that yearning well withing my grasp will I ever have the courage to face up to it.Words have always been a way to make sense of the jumble within, it brings me clarity and makes things a reality. Nothing reflects me better than these words below.I stand watching the waves crash against the shore, leave back some things on the beach and take some things away with it. On and on tirelesslyit goes. "Stop it, stop it now!".But no one is listening. "Don’t take so much away, I'll have nothing left." The sea calls out, "But I’m leaving so many things back." Angry tears spilling over my cheeks I yell, "I don’t want what you have to give, I’m happy with what I have. Take away your so called gifts leave me back with what I had. Give me all that you took away from me, return what you had no right to take." The sea replies, "Not unless you see what I have left you". Strolling along the shore I find the mysteries of worlds far away at my feet, all within my reach. Think to myself I do, can I be mad for the old things been taken away from me when what I have always secretly hoped for is to have the mysteries of the world at my feet. I hear the gentle voice againm "Do you still want me to take it away?". "NO! NO!", escapes before I can control my words. The sea replies "That's what I thought". The sea drenches my feet and moves away digging my feet deeper into the sand.........
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Chandrama Deshmukh
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Your words are powerful. They reach within.
This poem stays with me even after I am done reading it.

Ashish
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Nothing connects more than truth… beautifully written 🙂

J.rid
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This is a very searching poem, know thyself some one said and this poem brings it all out.
Sometimes we cannot escape the cage we enter in life this life anyway.
The world is still a mess with man inhumanity.

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