First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.
Original rules, as stated by Ubertuna:
It must fit the week's theme. It must be submitted by the deadline. It cannot have inappropriate language in it. It cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).
Also:
The poem must be created for this contest A user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!) Only one submission per user will be accepted
As we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the _Poetry_ page.
OK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!
If it's subtle it's even better. I hate when things scream in my face.
So do I, especially when it's my mom yelling. ____________________________________________________________________
Existentialism
Step by step, closer I come, touching the rocks, rugged. I feel the moist, the ages, reminding my brief existence.
There I seek my refuge, it is somewhat grey, dark. Not foul, with smell, but cleansing, as if it all was artificial, a fraud.
I find a rock to sit, to think, clean water drips down from above, it fills a pond, erodes the stone, steels his precious metals. Thief!
Yelling at water. Then silence: Darkness looks at me, the intruder. Almost cursing me, for breaking the spell: almost blaming me, for my pure existence.
His point made clear, I give in, one solution remains, the eternal one. I seek for a means to end this, this lingering, between death and life.
Does it matter? That I was here? Did it make a difference? And you? What is your purpose of being? Existing for the sake of existing?
Our minds leads us (or do our feet?) As we bumble along The neverending street Some things go well Some wrong Whatever may happen We continue to bumble along
