EXISTENTIALLY YOURS
Moments of terror
suddenly
cut into me.
monsters dark and cruel
lingering
In my mind
and clinging deeper still
to this “soul” thing
of mine.
red electric
electricity blinding white
shock waves buzzing
in my head
stun my reason
still my heart
and fill me
with existential dread
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Excelent word choice, good poem.
the existential dread is an illusion. It is your choice. We all feel it, I'm not denying your reality, but we have a choice to interpret it. That dread is fear of choices not made.
Yes, But when the choices are
Yes, But when the choices are taken aay from us...?
Thanks,
Joe
When I read or hear a line of dialogue
in a movie or book or poem and the writer gives a character the line "I had no choice", I vomit vitriol. There is always a choice. It may be a despicable one "choose to kill your child or let the nuclear weapon go off", but it is a choice.
Our humanity depends on making hard choices to abrogate that decision is to deny our humanity. There are always more choices, we just fail to see them sometimes. Protest, sacrifice, dissemination of truth.
We must never renig on our choices.
with deep respect,
Jess
Yes, I do see your point. The
Yes, I do see your point. The choice to do everything to stay alive, the choice to give in. The choice to accept when there are no more "choices."
I do so enjoy our dialogues
yes, acceptance is often the hardest choice of all. Remember the Serenity prayer?