Life Moves On Undisturbed
How comfort smothers and subdues us,
It’s fingers grasp tightly over our mouth,Â
And its arm wrap around our neck,
Dragging us down into a bleak existence.
Where words don’t form sentences,
And thoughts have no endings,Â
Existing solely with ideas of what could have been and what could be,
But not enough determination to see it through
How comfort strangles and deludes us,
With each breath we fail to catch,
illusions of happiness comforts our gasps
And as the undisturbed air settles around usÂ
We cry out in relief
We smile at this treat,
As life moves on undisturbed,
As life moves on not having been lived,
As life moves into death and then…
Comfort at last, how I long for it
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I find this poem interesting. I have long thought that being comfortable keeps us exactly where we like to be ... in our comfort zone. As horrible as it is, the sting that life can give us at times, does, maybe, give us the kick up the backside that might be needed. I am having to fight my way out of my own comfort zone right now! Love the poem. It speaks my language!
Tags, take out alienation, the relationship is with yourself.
Genre, take out our melodrama, nothing melodramatic about reality.
One once said, although it be extreme, I won't attempt at spelling his name;
The only thing you should drink is the water,
And if the occasion calls for it, a glass of milk.
Everything else is too Comforting.
I'm glad I read this. Everything is the work of life, anything else is the fantasy of children.
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