I didn't notice these until just now. I really like those DZ. Sad, but I like them.
I got news this weekend and my last ex from Rome, and it truly sunk in just a few hours ago with me. This poem is junk IMHO, nothing on par with what I used to write. It helps a bit though, just to put something down, even if it's not at all what I intended to put down. It's been that way for years now though, nothing comes out right when I do try writing.
Just figured I'd post it since it's the first thing I've had the nerve to finish in quite some time.
What is life?
I used to have ideal's,
I used to have dreams.
Hallowed idea's of the future,
have become hollow dreams of the past.
Life is the hollow dream of your past,
one just doesn't know it yet.
Everyone's seeking love in their life,
but what is it you do when you lose what is found?
I've found love twice,
and my love's found death twice as well.
Once in the south,
and once in Rome.
Dreams of love I once held onto for life,
have dissapeared in Death's clutches.
What is it you do,
when it seem's life has died in you?
When your dream's are broken,
and the endless words which have been spoken,
leave you feeling disenchanted,
and betrayed?
What is it you do,
when the illusion which is life is torn away.
When you realize everything done,
is just one more step towards a grave?
What is life to you,
when the lesson's your learning all end up with death?
Is it life,
or simply survival?