Of This Life

Of This Life

I am looking up at skies

that stare blankly back.

                                      I sink in an ocean     

where nothing floats,

just drowns.

I hang among vacant stars

in frozen and empty space.

I cannot move through time

without pain.

I exist in this universe

with no compassion,

a cold and Godless place

of science, dictators

 and frosted doctors.

So tell me,

where am I?

Who am I?

Am I simply walking dead?

 

21/04/13

 

Reviews

[DIVYA]

Yes John, you could not have put it better. We could almost be walking dead. Maybe even evil dead.

" I exist in this universe
with no compassion,
a cold and Godless place
of science, dictators
and frosted doctors." - A very interesting description of the contemporary world!

Very thought-provoking and beautifully worded! Thanks for sharing.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

And thank you dear Divya for your kind review.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

You describe and emotional crisis, a zombie state almost, one who is battered by bureaucracy, such a sad, fatal disposition, very good

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Sheema. I think often people are cold and callous and only think of themselves or their needs, hence the frosted doctors.

[Jack...]

I often wonder that myself, more often than I would like to admit. I look around me and see that everything has no meaning. What is the purpose...

Very cool Sir. You speak waht most of us feel.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you for your kind words Jack.

[Junert]

You are the most alive man I've ever known. You know what love is.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Junert. You are very kind.

[KeelyJane]

You give a rather good question to ponder. Sometimes being alive feels hardly that. Nice pen my friend.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Keely for giving it thought.

[Leslie Philibert]

another good one from John, I like his work.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Leslie you humble me again. I feel fortunate to have my work read. Many thanks.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed this burden we feel when quesitons hit us head on - well done, good read.

[quinfinn]

sometimes the very act of living is cumbersome and feels like a burden...how many times i have dug myself out of this graveyard and rejoined the living, i can't count. thank you for reminding me that things can always be worse than they are. awesome write.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Quin. In remembering we stay safe.

[quinfinn]

always....

[Frieda P]

Weighty piece my friend, I felt heavier after reading it. You get down to the nitty gritty of it always John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yeah but just poetry. Taken from where I have been Frieda. thanks

[Frieda P]

Aren't they all? My pleasure.

[Jake Botha]

John,

A forlorn look at life and the questions we all face at some point in our lives. Life can overwhelm us and sometimes, there are just no clear answers.

The meaning of the poem is very clear.

I am looking up at skies
that stare blankly back.

Great verse. Carries so much weight. Looking for something and not finding it there.

Good write John!

Jake

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Jake!