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Vows
by Richard VinceThey’re just words; said one day,
Forgotten the next. The box is ticked.
The desire to be respectable
Turns people into liars.
Tradition has a lot to answer for.
So many words have lost
Their meanings: they have become
Hollow sounds that entire
Generations aspire to make.
I do not enjoy being cynical, but
Nor do I enjoy being surrounded by
Insincerity, by lack of thought,
By mindless followers of mindless followers.
It is as though I am a different world
That has somehow been transported
Into this one.
This is the most acute form of
Loneliness: being alone in the way
One sees the world; alone in the way
One lives.
Why is no one else here?
07/20/2015 Posted on 08/15/2015
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 08/20/15 at 02:26 AM Trust me, love, you're not alone. I'm right here also letting this common lack of thought under my skin... Just, you know, an ocean away and whatnot. |
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