Words Are Not Just Words
another day
another morning
a lingering aftertaste
from another disturbing night
mornings are cruel
bodies are stiff
but ready to be bend
to meet the needs
and to feed the greed
uncomplainingly
and persistently
day in
day out
relentlessly exploiting ourselves
until complete depletion
just shifting
from stage to stage
but actually dropping the level
fading strength
waning vitality
make place for some unfilled longing
swiftly drifting
to the next air bubble
hoping to stay afloat
salvation
is not even close
rescue
not even called
sadness
is left no time nor space
despised
and yet abandoned
the subtle incentive dispels every rest
no place for a mind without a life
survival
sounds like an epic sword
since eternity is just a bland word
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This is very good. I didn’t know you could write like this in English. More, pls.
And...I know you’re very busy right now. But someday soon please come over just to hang out.
Schöne Worte...:-)
Hugs
Sehr viel reingepackt in das morgendliche Paket.
Vom älter werden über die Sinnhaftigkeit zum wiederholten Hinterfragen.
Warum, weshalb, wieso ...
Ich kann deine Gedanken nachvollziehen.
Gruß, Wolfram
I like it, it has deep meanings for different people