From my poetry collection ORION.


Today it was my lifes' longest day.
The sky was grey,God was away.
It felt like a Monday,although Friday.
No sunray came my dead end way.

Like guarding all alone my Thermopylae,
like forgetting my favourite birthday,
this longest day forced me to pray.
Didn't have praises to say,just for what,i asked,i have to pay?

For what are my mistakes that bind me to this world,
this is unknown.I was truly bold
to ask my fate why she is so cruel
and always makes me feel like a fool.

Why i am on this earth walking towards death?
Why i am so alone and all my loved ones are gone?
With these questions fighting,i spent my longest day
and i am still looking for the virtue way.

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Written on 2021-12-14 at 07:46

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Here is a poem by another Greek poet, this one anonymous, translated to English, written around 330 B.C.

I thought of it after reading your poem.

"Invitation to Oblivion"

Why was I born? Where did I come from?
How do I happen to be where I am?
Knowing nothing, how can I learn anything?

I was nothing, and yet I was born,
and before too long I'll be nothing again,
nothing at all, of no value whatever.

And such is the lot of everyone, I say,
therefore, brim the mixing bowls with wine,
for only in oblivion is oblivion braved."

And a line from another poem by Lui Chi:

". . . I am alone with the beating of my heart . . . "

Thank you for your poetry.

Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Why do you doubt yourself,
There's no need to guard.
The gates of hell night and day,
When it's time a chariot Will come.
To take you the other way,
That Will be many years from this date.
Is not a trek through Thermopylae,
Something that you would hate?.
Put your penny's away, This I know is true.
The ferryman will never come for you.
P.s. Liked the poem. X

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
In this poem you have postulated the questions that.many people ask. (Interestingly, in your poem 'who's afraid of the light?' you refer to those people as being in their thousands. I personally believe they are a much greater number.)
It all depends, I think, on how you view the purpose: I tend to think we are the scouts who go out into physical existence to gather experiences to take back to the whole. It isn't a cast-iron belief, because I am well aware of my (our) relative ignorance and inability 'to see'. But there we are. A really great poem for making the reader think.