J. I. Thomas F. Poet Rhyme

The Antherian

Hello, I’m pleased to meet you.
Don’t bother with my name.
I am like any other—
are not all men the same?

There’s nothing in my thinking.
There’s emptiness in my eyes.
There’s echoes in my hollow heart.
There’s death within my sighs. 

I am no longer one who lives,
that time has passed me by.
I am no longer one who gives,
after I learned the lie. 

You will not long recall me.
O please! You think I care?
You will not long here stall me.
I appraise, but ne’er stare.

Call me the Antherian.
It means nothing to you.
And then at last a name will pair,
with meaning that is true. 

20 May 2016

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Skat A May 28, 2016 at 11:58 AM James,, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT* J. I. Thomas F. May 30, 2016 at 1:13 PM Thank you!

The Grahamburglar May 22, 2016 at 2:00 PM Nice one. However, I'd be lying if I claimed to understand it... I feel like I've just been told a riddle, and now I need to puzzle it out to find the meaning. J. I. Thomas F. May 23, 2016 at 10:54 AM I was in an odd state of mind writing it; I think the gist is that speaker wants to draw attention to the fact that the listener really doesn't understand or care about the speaker, and vice versa. It's supposed to be wrapped in the blankets of generic madness.