I don't want to be a hollow man. I don't want to join the ranks of those passionless, wantless, souless, sods who walk the earth, with nothing reflecting in their eyes, except that of is reflected back to them, from those of us who have souls.
I don't want to walk the dead, barren lands, with no way, no direction. I don't want to face the twinkle of that fading star. I don't want to stand on the banks of the tumid river, contemplating either or not to cross, or stay in my existence. Because, that's all I would be doing. Existing. Nothing more, nor, nothing less. Just a scarecrow. I don't want death's twilight kingdom to be my only hope, of a hopeless man, or, woman. I don't want to be empty. I don't want my memories of my passion to fade. I don't want that looming shadow to fall between my feelings and my actions. I want my world to begin and end with a bang.
Not a whimper.
2 comments:
I know exactly how you feel right now. I am a hollow man. Literally for the last two days I have been just walking around and not really living at all. And its only getting worse. I didnt think I could relate to this poem but now I see that I can..
I love TS Elliot (and not just because he wrote cats)
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