Vacuous Figure

Wrote this randomly. Will leave interpretations up to you, let me know what you all think (AND BE HONEST!).

Vacuous Figure

 

Echo, distance, time, dust

Wind circulates through a dim valley

Black, white, harsh shades of gray

This forest moves not, leaves freeze with fear

One soul walks, not a shade of black

An absence of life, thought, presence

A vacuous figure

Creeps aimlessly through life

It infects hate, interjects evil

No purpose, just poison

Created, but why?

Why?

Why?

Why not?

What good is this life?

Without blood on a knife?

Why live today?

If tomorrow you’re okay?

The vacuous figure knows

That as we pursue joy

It is the decoy

As our hardships grow

Echo, distance, time, and dust

For life to be good, evil is a must

 

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

I love that word Vacuous. Flow is a bit off, but I think that was the style change mid way through. It's an intellegent write and a good read. It's still better than most with just the odd flow.

Now to answer the question - My interpretation is Death. Simply Death. There is no greater fear, and to some no greater evil than Death itself.

[Eric Cox]

This is a very good poem as it is written, nicely done imagery and not rhyming clear through did not bother me. A poem of death with some questions and answers. A cool write with a chilling feel to it.

it's like how you could be having just the absolute sweetest day, and then suddenly you just panic, because when everything's going right, it's just all wrong.
That's what happens with me anyway, I say "just hand me back my sorrows".

I adore this line: "leaves freeze with fear"

hm, I'd say the balance in this poem is a bit off, because the first lines up until "Why not?" don't rhyme. then suddenly the lines start rhyming. I'd say that you ought to either make the whole thing rhyme, or just have the whole poem set as free-form.