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The Human Condition?
by Amanda J CobbI
this shell,
this husk of life,
this meaningless spark
amidst the hurricane of Time,
effortlessly snuffed out by Eternity
like one more bug against the windshield,
if that.
I am
still here,
still struggling,
still vainly hoping
that something I do can matter,
desperately fanning my meager spark
to at least give off a little lasting smoke,
if not fire.
I am completely
empty inside,
empty of passion,
empty of any true emotion
to tell me that I have a soul,
and not just this lukewarm body
people only notice when it suits them,
if ever.
I am completely alone. 11/02/2003 Author's Note: Published in Confluence, a collaborative literature publication between a bunch of Mid-Ohio Valley colleges.
Posted on 11/02/2003
Copyright © 2025 Amanda J Cobb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/05/03 at 07:24 PM A very powerful if not extremely sad little verse. The emptiness and insignificant meaning of humanity is presented almost too articulately as i found myself feeling the weight of the universe crushing my soul! |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 08/31/04 at 03:18 PM Fine form and words. The crush of the human condition, the ease of ripping apart a freshly blooming flower. |
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