The following poem is my response to "The Screwtape Letters". It includes my understanding, thoughts and feelings about it. I decided not to explain and elaborate on what I wrote for the purpose of treating it as a piece of art. For the things that are not obvious, I want to leave open for interpretation.
"Are You Sleeping?"
You're sleeping. Your entire life you've been asleep.
Didn't you hear it? That doze you're in, don't get in too deep.
If you do, beware, for he may be forced to leap.
Motionless, stagnant, you continue to sleep.
Hushed, though still alive you lie in that bed.
Effortless, painless, you've got nothing to dread.
Give it up now, quit, do it while you're ahead.
After all, he's got you, got you hanging by a thread.
Wake up! Wake up! This is it, your go!
Here's your food, take it, you need it to grow.
You're ready, awake, and the light shining through the window.
But, something catches your eye in the light, it's a crow.
Being up, awake, and alert is so tiring.
That bed, for a nap, is what you're aspiring.
Though your time awake and conscious was inspiring,
No doubt, soon, you'll willingly be retiring.
As you lie down, eyes closed, already deep in rest,
I whisper in your ear and grasp the soul from your chest.
I now know for certain - my uncle will be impressed.
Now on to the next, who'll be my guest?
~ Nait Hansen
Good poem, it's hauntingly accurate on the dangers of apathy, a slow death. I've been reading a couple of blogs and they've all mentioned their thoughts on apathy, and I feel this describes it in sharp detail. Good choice.
ReplyDeleteThanks man. That's what I was hoping for. I felt that a poem would communicate what I was trying to get across better than just writing about it. I'm glad it worked for you!
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