Nihilism
A sea of dying souls undulate
The rhythm animates them.
They dance to forget their fate.
Why wait, it's not early, rather late.
If you ask me, they care too much.
Clinging to the world and such.
A bunch of simpletons, so dim
Like a bulb pulsing ever so slightly
Doomed to dull to black, timely.
Only time can tell, and like the light
These people possess a finite
Amount of life that pulses
Until they convulse and
Drop dead like the beat.
So why do they dance and indulge
When their lives are proven obsolete?
Posted Aug 15, 2019, 7:03 PM UTC
Love the way it rhymes and the erratic cadence. I don't know, I'm not a formalist, I don't do a lot of nitpicking. Art is to be appreciated as it is, in my opinion anyway. The only thing I'd say you could work on is the silence. Meaning, breaking it down into stanzas, pausing whenever you feel something about a verse, etc. Not sure if that makes sense but basically, work on the silence. Other than that it's great and it grabbed my attention right away. The first verse is really visual and that's my aesthetic. It reminded me of a dream I had a long time ago that was strangely vivid for something so horrifying and absurd. I think you captured your title well in the poem. Great job.
A little side note: it's good to be nitpicky, that's what this sub is for! :)