"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
~Dead Poet's Society~
April 16, 2014
Of Pain
Pain
It is a momentary hollowing out of spirit
An abrupt suspension of hope
The ontic expression of life's secret contempt
It is the God of fear
No comments:
Post a Comment