I wrote this poem when I was at university. It summed up a lot about me then and I guess it still does now.
The Immortality of Significance
From where does the loneliness come
After the partying stops?
In the moments of solitude
When we crave freedom from company
Yet hate to be alone.
Sharp reality strikes a despairing blow;
Our frail bodies yield their realities.
We are mortal…feathers tossed about on the winds of life
Insignificant yet desiring the immortality of significance.
We gather together in groups and try to bond,
Find similar interests and laugh together in a futile hope for invincibility…
I want to hear the music again and dance,
It is a temporary escape from the burden of knowledge.
Molly Ann Wishlade