David by Michelangelo (1501-1504) at the Galleria dell’Accademia, Florence
Dared to sneak a snap of this magnificent young hero
Will I be confined?
I hope not.
Daring does feel good.
Nothing
I look in the mirror
I see an empty skull hidden
under layers of flesh and blood
I am nothing
Just a bunch of chemical formulas
If I pass tomorrow
I’ll be mourned but for a short time
Then forgotten
Like a wound that heals leaving no scar behind
Life begins and it ends
No two opinions about it
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Then why
Do I worry and fret
Do I pretend and hide
Do I smile, nod and fake empathy
Do I chase after depression
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I am but a grain of sand on the beach
A drop in the ocean
A speck of dust in a largely unknown universe
A fraction of a second on the clock of life
I am nothing
Pietà (1498-1499) by Michelangelo Buonarotti, housed in St. Peter’s Basilica in Vatican City.
Don’t be surprised if your eyes well up. Being in it’s presence is an intensely emotional experience.
I was told that Michelangelo was just 24 when he completed this masterpiece. Does that make it a case of divine intervention? We shall never know but can for sure presume.
Also this happens to be the only work that Michelangelo ever signed.