Eric Nolan Poet Free verse

One Look

As I travel thru life 
I look at people’s faces 
And see they are already dead 
No need to talk to them 
It’s obvious 
Without even being said 
Unhappy, sad, and lost 
Beyond hope 
And not worth the cost 
They run thru their days
Wondering why 
Not a flicker of hope 
And to tired to cry 
They just exist
From day to day 
Wondering how, why, 
And what they missed
To smile briefly 
Would be a lot
And mean so little 
Because they forgot 
What it is to be alive and free 
Instead of wishing 
To never be 

Eric (and sometimes not)

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Ashok Kumar Mishra April 28, 2018 at 1:57 PM Very well written! Accurate observation! Eric Nolan April 28, 2018 at 4:05 PM Thank you and I agree with you

Eric Nolan February 8, 2009 at 1:54 PM Thank you Monique, I really appreciate that you liked this one it means alot to me. Most people seem to like that exact phrase you chose as well. It is just the way I saw it in their faces. Sadly, it was loud and clear.

Monique Davis February 8, 2009 at 1:45 PM Wow. That last phrase caught me attention too. A powerful ending to a real poem. Nicely done.

Eric Nolan January 9, 2009 at 6:51 AM Good Morning Yoni, always good to hear your input. For myself alive and free is as simple as making love to beautiful woman or holding a baby in my arms or walking thru the woods on a mid summers day. Everyone has their own version of paradise. Most I see don't know when to unplug and just sit in silence and enjoy the sound of nothing. Freedom is an illusion but the mind can never be enslaved.

Yoni Dvorkis January 9, 2009 at 6:35 AM 'What it is to be alive and free Instead of wishing To never be' I love that phrasing. Now give me a definition of alive and free and I'll be all set. Also there's a poem on soup called "House of Mirrors" by Mohammad Yamin that feels relevant to me with what I hear in your words.