For Survival
January 9, 2013 2 Comments
rage at the day
through the night
go gentle even though
come cower because
of all the light
and frightened darkness
not given courage
for living
hanging onto pebbles
clinging
sensory phenomenon
blinding
flickering flame
dying all alone
the past was filled
with creatures
attracted, so bright
so many eyes upon
now turned away
trailing voice gone astray
About Sean Lynch
I have to say – I love the title of your blog. Or – I love what I take it to mean.
That is completely random, but it fits this poem.
I’ve grown fond of it as well, I guess that’s why I’ve kept it for so long. It’s certainly different, and I take the word understanding in a broad sense, you could put other words in place of it and it would be meaningful but maybe not as universal. It does fit this poem, which is why I tagged it with weakness, although there a lot of pieces I use that tag for… I suppose I’ve been trying to utilize the word weakness in a sense that isn’t so narrow because I feel like it has a negative connotation that may not be entirely appropriate.