At The End of All Things (553 hits)
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Submitted by Discontented Draqus (View user info) at 2005-02-12 11:38:51 EST
Above it all, he sat contemplating.
The field squelched with the ends of friends and foes,
Both the dead and dying together now.
"At last," he thought. "At last we are done here.
There shall be no more of these things for us.
It matters not now, for we have fought for
Too long. I wish for the end to all things.
I wish I had left with those left on the field."
He closed his eyes in silent prayer for them.
They did not hear his pleas, nor would they have
Cared for them there, at the end of all things.
He sent them to die in the name of truth.
He sent them to die for justice for all.
And they found the justice he sought beyond
The grave. There was none for him, still living.
He lamented their passing, as was fit,
And made himself turn to the task ahead.
For him there was no rest, nor forgiveness,
No prayers, no words, no tears, no wreaths, no love.
The wars did not cease, despite all he hop'd,
And before long he again watched over
Death. "It made no difference last time, so
Why ever should it solve things this time round?
Is it that we are too much filled with hate,
Or do we merely get a thrill from this?
Shall we not be content with what we have?"
So he thought, and looked inside for answers.
Instead of what he sought he found nothing.
The death had claimed him at last in his heart,
And he was no longer what once he was.
His comrades got the thanks for the nothing
That they had achieved in the blood and the sweat.
He got nothing except a rotting core.
The ones who died were the real victors there,
And those left living received no reward.
*For the dead and dying in all things*
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Submitted by shadowofthedivine (user info) at 2005-05-25 20:16:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
at the end of all things,
I'll be sitting amidst the rubble and laughing.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2005-05-25 20:06:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
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Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2005-05-25 20:03:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
This is just outright fucking terrible. I'm serious, you've offended me with this.
What the fuck are you thinking? Poetry is a forward moving language, not this archaic graveyard 'oh woe is me' absolute fucking boredom.
That's what this is--pure boredom.
My advice to you is to stop. Stop right now. Don't ever pick up the pen again.
This self-masbatory, gothic punch lined abstraction is a fucking joke.
A FUCKING JOKE!
Like I said earlier: YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT POETRY SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Submitted by Chillax (user info) at 2005-05-24 17:47:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Why discontented?
The poem is good.
Submitted by ruthless (user info) at 2005-05-24 17:38:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by drfeggphd (user info) at 2005-02-12 17:01:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-02-12 15:36:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Hey! This didn't suck!
Submitted by Parkinsuns (user info) at 2005-02-12 12:58:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by MANICMOTHER (user info) at 2005-02-12 12:56:12 EST (#)
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