The War of Attrition
I find this interesting that the portrayal of all the worlds evil is so stereotypical. When in truth I don't feel about evil that way. I find that the evil of this world is far more pervasive and dilute. It's not concentrated, its spread all over and leaves behind only a very faint smell. It sits their and rusts the good away even as we watch.
Feeling a little overwhelmed by my own thoughts I also wrote this poem as a comment for @tarazkp's post but on his suggestion, made a post out of it. Of course I added a few more lines to it.
With might and blood, but it was lost
This time it was blood, bone and sinew
This time too the attackers were fended
It is persistent at each and every level
It took measures to hide its wrath
This time it was a battle of attrition of course
People were awake but their eyes in a glaze
Freedom, democracy and all that cream
Crimes happened and yet law remained bound
Just give them enough so they don’t turn fickle
Its all a bad dream just have some cake
Does it feel good to write some poetry?
I won't say 'good' as much as 'relief'. Kind of when you have something important you must do and without finishing it you can't concentrate on your next task
Wow. I can relate to this completely. It reminds me of the time I wanted to cry, but I can't. So I decided to write a song to express myself and I can literally feel the weight disappearing into the shadows.
Something like that ............... but sometimes it's a bit more compulsive. Kind of like- had get it out of my head now or it'll keep rattling around there without rest.
PS: Sorry for the late reply man. Took this weekend off.
No, I feel it. I've been slacking on Steemit lately. I've been so busy working that i'm tired all the time.