Requiem for the Living
Do not pity the dead;
Pity the living.
Pity the hollows who stumble in dreariness,
Pity the indigent, who crawl to trickling rivers
Only to find them swallowed by the fat mouth of the Earth.
Pity the weak, who suffer and die;
Pity the broken, who suffer and wait to die;
Pity the lost, who spend their nights
Ambling among the starry hills
As their names fade like the mist coalesces into dew.
Pity the lonely, who have but the darkness for company.
Pity the living, who can do nothing but die.
Alternative titles: "Requiem for the Dead", "Requiem"
Posted Sep 11, 2016, 9:25 PM UTC · edited
I really liked this one! :)
Your use of repetition gave the piece power and momentum, to the climax of one of the best, most intricate similes I have ever come across:
We all have this innate fear of being forgotten. Absolute oblivion is one of the most scary things that we face (and choose to ignore.) The idea of names that are like mist, to be clumped together and then later evaporated is terrifying. Great use of simile there, I think it's the most captivating part of the piece! :)
This, I think, is a metaphor for greed, and those who suffer on the back end of it. I dig it.
If I were to change anything, it would be some of the punctuation, specifically in lines 6 and 7. I'm not sure why there are semicolons there. While I like the lines for the parallelism, I think commas would be fine.
Also, that last line hits like a truck.
Great job Sora! :D
Thanks man :)