Human Condition

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Human Condition


Is it really real?
Everything,
All that I feel?

Am I always there?
Here?
I am where?

All secerets of the world before me.
All the knowledge,
Yet I see can't see.

What is it's meaning?
This vice,
These strange feelings.

Trapped in this heaven,
This hell,
This libo is my haven.

My mind it can never sit still,
I fear,
I am deafly ill.

Never content,
more always,
That's my only intent.

I am very sick,
I'll be gone,
Ever so quick.

My cognition,
it is,
The human condition.






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Redrose77 commented on Human Condition

02-07-2010

good form! whatch ur one line reads yet i see can't see. just lettin ya know dude. great words though

MrGee commented on Human Condition

01-22-2010

Very interesting way of using the word cognition. The poem is concise and is able to convey philosophical thinking. However, I am assuming the libo in the poem refers to libido or perhaps a typo or the use of poetic license. I would also make some minor changes to add to the rhythmn of the poem. Overall, a good poem.

Charlie23 commented on Human Condition

01-16-2010

This is very good! I've been trapped in the hell of my mind many times...human condition. Great poem!

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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