There Is (No Meaning)

By cre

There is no reasoning.
There is little left with meaning.
There are days, and hours, and minutes creeping by.
And rare as peace the times,
When the night does not contain your face
When I forget your hands and your smothering taste.
Moments exist, in spaces solitary
Thoughts of hope I know won't carry,
Beneath the vastness, vague and far;
Beyond this ever present vale so dark.
There is no feeling.
There is life that leaves me reeling.
There are twinges and bits of painless numb.
There are parts and a whole that is a zero sum.
There is no understanding choice.
There is no quieting the wailing voice.
There will always be a fear of why.
There will always be more pain than eyes may cry.

There is no reasoning.
There is nothing left with meaning.

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Published on Monday, October 6, 2003. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "There Is (No Meaning)"

A former member wrote: Wow.... This is beautiful, and meaningful. Reminds me of my life
A former member wrote: wow, beautiful, and sadly so true... Perfect
A former member wrote: I wish I could articulate something more profound, but you have honestly just left me **speechless** ;)
On Wednesday, October 15, 2003, Jonas (715) wrote:

how can such sadness be contained within you!? it's a rhetorical question as most members of 'dark poetry' are not 'happy' people... but i kinda like you and would rather you not dwell in the pit of depression. much love.
On Wednesday, October 15, 2003, pessum ire animus (57) wrote:

if we all could write this well... great work
A former member wrote: "There will always be more pain than eyes may cry" A truer thing was never said.
A former member wrote: profoundly put. I got this feeling once a while back. I could never have put it into words like this. :)
On Wednesday, October 8, 2003, Drea (1388) wrote:

i dont know the words to use. i know this feeling. Wonderfully written..~Drea~
On Tuesday, October 7, 2003, Johny_D_Lewis (467) wrote:

hard to find meaning with life....i think life is a joke played on us all
On Monday, October 6, 2003, The Fallen Angel (234) wrote:

yes you write the truth...we all fall into this bucket...well done I commend you+Fallen One+
On Monday, October 6, 2003, CharlottesWeb (509) wrote:

Death of some one or something lingers just below visability. Space and time, one and the same have no name no place in life when perceptions and feelings swing this way...and when they do, OH DO THEY make since!
On Monday, October 6, 2003, CharlottesWeb (509) wrote:

Some times I miss the clarity this poem forces on memory...and then I'm bitterly grateful for not having it. Extrodinary work, you make the perception come alive, and in such a silent, thoughtful and warm way. ~JMDW~
On Monday, October 6, 2003, Nomad (38) wrote:

I believe you said you don't care about comments at some point so I'll just take the idea and run with it: the universe is expanding, but the question is... what is it expanding into?
On Monday, October 6, 2003, Nomad (38) wrote:

to be alive is to ignore or come to terms with fact that one is basically a fungus that grew on a pretty rock in the middle of an airless void in the maw of yet another even more fearsome nonexistence.
A former member wrote: I've always found it odd how emptiness feels more like whole body stinging. Even if there is momentary lack of meaning their is always the possibility of future meaning
A former member wrote: which represents meaning in itself. I hope you find what fills your void cre. ~Urban Shipwreck~
On Monday, October 6, 2003, Blinded_Tiger (518) wrote:

Yea... But this made sense. So... thats kinda ironic. Anyway that dosnt matter much does it? To give in.. To what? No meaning? Its a feeling hard to describe isnt it? Im just asking away, becouse I cant figure it out. But I enjoyed this. ¦Ñªê
On Thursday, April 15, 2004, Anth (1126) wrote:

i think this is a perception we all can feel at times, sometimes we wallow in it purposefully, this poem truly captures the extremeness, so amazingly written