Dragged down by her own arms and eyes, to the surrounding sheol of the they
Authentic life gets buried in the dirt of averageness, as the world’s prey
She is a being in the world, whose only true life is resoluteness
Especially since she falls into dedistancing, reaching averageness
In the vulgar tomb, psychology and biology cannot give light
Nevertheless, in her grave, she hears the silent call that no soul can recite
(Inspired from reading the philosophy book "Being and Time" by Martin Heidegger)
Categories:
heidegger, death, deep, identity, philosophy,
Form: Acrostic
Heidegger it was, I believe,
who said , "The dreadful has
already happened"
Yes we're trapped
in the clutch of time
We no longer have any
way out(as if we ever did!)
But we can always pretend
it's just a puppet show
"Who," may I ask is pulling the strings?"
Well, we move forward
in our small boats,
To a reality which
we have never faced before
We are in need of deja vu
The spinning clocks
on the wall
Keep us on our toes
We cannot hold back
the flood
Yet we build our
small shelters, regardless
Before the final act
is concluded
let's rest awhile
on our precarious posts
we still can take pleasure
even if
it's
only
for
a
lifetime
Categories:
heidegger,
Form: Free verse