Wow--love the last two lines. How after all this philosophy we find the answer in comic books! We DO!

Your imagery--mechanical and then "polyps", so some sort of primitive life--mixes into a creepy description of people in the zombie-state that life looks like. Good job. I think that the second section is a little long on the angst (but otherwise you have sacrificed no talent to it, I think) but the imagery is good.

very nicely executed. you use some fancy words and lofty ideals but never for a second does it sound clumsy. It is a very nice piece of angst poetry without being the typical angst at all. I get bored reading all those

"I hate life, I cut myself, end this strife, I hate the keebler elf." type poems, rhyming for the sake of rhyming and over used boring blah. sometimes I want to delete some of the people on fictionpress.

but this was good, I liked the coral and poylps. never heard it put that way.

have a nice night

watch out

there are things in the night

but what they are to you

is up to you

EiB

this is one of those pieces that makes me want to hug someone

that last stanza was my favorite

The first two lines are particularly strong. There is a lot of emotion in this, a lot of sadness. Keep up the good work.

This is so delicately crafted. Very specific, yet open for interpretation. This glides well down the page with the hesitations. Well written, as always. MD.

How sad... and wise... I love it. Write more.