And yeah, we move along, make unnecessary shows and deny having the strength that is indeed quite obviously there. Pff. As if it's the wisest choice to end your life just because another person's time has come.
I possibly missed the mark on this - interpreting it as something way opposed to what you had in mind, but I guess that's the beauty of poetry.
With this, I kept myself thinking about a discussion I had earlier in class with a friend of mine; as soon as I read the first couple lines, it was automatic.
We spoke of funerals and hypocrisy in the mourning.
The piece spoke to me that every human individual is something that can only grow, and grow, and grow - in contrast to the dead; those who no longer hold relevance...in realistic terms, as I see it.
I don't know. Maybe hit me up with some tips on what you were thinking as the writer?
Either way, I like the rhythm. Could be a rad spoken poem, better yet.
Thanks for 'coming up with something', much appreciated.