This text is brought about in response to the recent write of Liam. It isn't written in critique or advice but only to share the thought it inspired.




Archeology of Understanding

 

In the quiet aftermath, the word "quit" echoes,  

A heavy silence in the corridors of memory.  

A single word, a door to myriad pathways,  

Each avenue intertwining, meandering through the fog.

 

 

Clues lie hidden in the shadows cast by our verses,  

Fleeting glimpses of understanding,  

Yet certainty eludes us, at every turn it seems:

Answers remain just out of reach.

 

 

We, the ones left behind, grasp at fragments,  

Picking up the pieces, mending the void,  

Trying to fill the space they once occupied,  

Wrestling with the darkness they left behind.

 

 

Is it a black hole we flee from, or one we warp through?  

In this spiral of grief and questioning,  

The future holds for us its secrets

Only time will reveal if we will find clarity or remain lost.

 

 

In these moments, we must carry on,  

Walking paths both light and shadowed,  

Seeking meaning in the echoes,  

Finding strength in the act of continuing.

 

 

The pursuit of happiness, a delicate balance,  

Not a guarantee but a quest,  

In the face of despair, we persevere,  

For in the journey, we find our strength.

 

 

 





Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-11-19 at 09:12

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Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2024-12-09


Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
In life, even what's concrete is abstract!
2024-11-21


Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
the sentiment of this piece is understood, if not entirely agreed with.
2024-11-19


alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
Fleeting glimpses of understanding
all is abstract in this phrase

my opinion is that your poem is very out-of-reach but not mindless at all. The word I would use mostly is ethereal

like we were in space...floating in spirit, it mades me scared a bit couldn't grasp handles, maybe the archaic fear of drowning

very beautiful thank you
2024-11-19


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
The Poet after an apocalypse
2024-11-19