Dear oaklungs, I've said this before and I'll say it again. Your work is beyond amazing. Truly inspiring and if people don't get it or like it that's their problem. I love your style of writing and many others do too. You are a fantastic poet.
Yes, and they walk around like dead-eyed robots and look at you as if you're crazy for trying to do something different.
Currently reading "The Fifth Mountain" by Paulo Coelho and you poem reminded me of a quote in the book: "Souls too, like rivulets and plants, needed a different kind of rain: hope, faith, a reason to live. When this did not come to pass, everything in that soul died, even if the body went on living; and the people could say: 'Here in this body there was once a man.'"
It means that although they are still breathing and doing things and technically alive, they no longer feel like they're really living. They feel no love, hope, or dreams. They're empty. The life in their heart has died - it just takes longer for the life in their body to die, as well.
The good thing, however, is that this kind of 'death' doesn't have to be as permanent as the real death. Hope can be restored, dreams can be rebuilt, and people can learn to love again. These people can 'come back to life'.
(This is just my interpretation of what I think it means. Other people can have differing opinions.)
Glad I'm not the only one who has felt this way.. I like this for what it is but I'm curious to hear what other thoughts you'd have on this, like an expansion.. This also reminds me of something I wrote a lil while back called "Dead Inside" check it out if you have free time. bryanswhip.deviantart.com/art/…