That aching in your chest,
That scratching in your throat,
That burning in your eyes --
It is not because you are dead,
But because you are alive
That you perceive despondency,
That you endure such sensitivity.
Without them you are nothing more
Than tepid, dull apathy.
You would float through time
As a footnote in forgotten history
Written in fine print
Lacking genuine singularity.
Without them you are unmemorable --
A trite convention without affectivity.
So do not subdue and repress
The sensations in your head.
Instead, succumb to those vibes
And know that you are alive.
YOU ARE READING
Simply Poetry
詩歌A collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
