[Arsis_von_Neaera]

I really enjoyed your first unnamed poem. I rather like that it was unnamed, the ambiguity made it more inviting, struck my curiosity, so to speak. But the poem itself brings a very clear light on a very detached human condition, that we are our own excuses. My interpretation might be skewed, but I felt like the poem was a slap in the face almost, to humanities lack of ownership towards its own plight.

Theres more to it than that, but I really like the pink elephant view towards the human condition. It's true. We very rarely acknowledge that we are our own problem, that our own discomfort is simply a direct backlash of what we have created, despite our best intentions. That really, our fingers pointed should be fingers better used to mend.

Well... that's my interpretation of it.