They tell me I’m God What’ll happen when I go? The minions all depend on me I see helplessness, tears flow It’s all darkness out there I cannot hear, I cannot see I see helplessness, tears flow The minions all depend on me I can’t wield power, I can’t roar Who will reap what I did sow? The minions all depend on me I see helplessness, tears flow Helpless I feel, tears are mine It’s not them, but it’s just me I see helplessness, tears flow The minions all depend on me
Poetry Form: Mirrorred Refrain
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I like the lines you chose for your refrain. We do build a world where we see ourselves as God. I wonder if it’s just humans who do it? The fear of loss is acutely felt here.
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I’ve seen dogs accept that the end is near, and take it gracefully. Yet they mourn other deaths in the family (they may not eat for 1-2 days and stay quiet). We don’t know what they are thinking about.
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How tragic and helpless the situation is. Its the fear of everyone & not knowing what comes next. Thanks for joining in and wishing you a good weekend.
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Thank you, Grace!
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In the face of death we are all helpless. Wonderfully written, Reena.
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Thank you, Punam!
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You are welcome.
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strictly speaking we are born dying.
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I feel the helpless too. Wonderful written. xx Michael – I hope you are personally in a better mood, and will enjoy the weekend! xx Michael
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Certainly 🤗🤗 Thanks, Michael!
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I “feel” the helplessness in your poem ….. well done.
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Thank you, Helen!
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