Below is the poem entitled Making Sense which was written by poet
Hoover. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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We struggle to understand our meager existence in this brief, finite life. We hide under our fragile beliefs from the onslaught of the fiery consequences of our actions; which rain down like well-targeted bombs. Our paramount undertakings are of little significance in the grand scheme of things. And for a split second, we feel as small as we actually are. Epiphanies are few and far between, as we arrogantly watch the universe revolve around us. And we are broken down; capitulating and succumbing to our rushed and structured lives; always looking back to when the clock was a little slower... When we were a little less important... When making sense didn't really matter...