It is only in tainted soil that dark seeds may grow
On that steady diet of hatred, malice, and pain….
Seedling fights through dirt, stifled, harmed
Growth always stunted, always twisted….
Through perseverance evil takes its toll
Then life breaks the surface, into blinding sun
Only to discover….
Its work is never done
The threat looms on, the survival
Striving, hating, pushing
Forcing when all chance is gone…
Fighting forever more,
Dying pleasantly in vain
Accepting for once,
That living is but pain.
I realize that my poetry sucks, hence the label “horrible poetry”. I’m not much of a poet, but it’s nice to get this crap out of my head for awhile. I don’t know where this came from, maybe just from the fact that life is so pointless and such a struggle, yet people still go through with it for reasons that to me seem so completely useless. Love nothing, believe in no one. You are all alone. That is truth.
Actually, I really like the imagery here, the idea of something growing and discovering just how hard it is to live. It’s like, by the time you reach the point where you’re ‘grown’, and have fought and have gone through the hardest of times (usually the beginning and starting out, as in youth and having to struggle to survive) you see there’s nothing there as a reward for that work and the fight you went through. And it all can leave you empty and feeling pointless escpecially if you aren’t planning on going about the plan society has for us all, marrying and having kids and all of that. It leaves me feeling that way anyway, empty and pointless. Figuring out what I do want and how I can make my life have a point has been the other fight, trying to move past what I think I may always be stuck with. Hope I make sense…lol.