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Summary

The poem "How Long Have I Been Dead" reflects on the existential despair of feeling unloved and discarded, as if already dead to the world.

Abstract

The poem "How Long Have I Been Dead" by America Zed is a poignant exploration of abandonment and insignificance. It portrays the speaker as having been metaphorically dead for an indeterminate length of time, with the sea washing over them as a final soothing act. The speaker ponders their irrelevance in life, their presence unacknowledged by others, and the cruel indifference of a world that cast them aside. Despite the harsh reality, the poem conveys a lingering desire to understand why the speaker's existence was deemed unworthy of love or a place in the afterlife. The poem is a haunting meditation on the pain of feeling unvalued and the quest for meaning in the face of abandonment.

Opinions

  • The speaker feels they have been a burden and unwanted, suggesting a deep-seated sense of rejection.
  • There is a sense of betrayal by society, indicated by the "white callous faces" that turned away, implying a lack of empathy and acknowledgment from others.
  • The poem implies that even in death, the speaker's soul is considered a "waste of love," highlighting a profound feeling of being undeserving of affection or care.
  • The speaker questions the existence of an afterlife that has no room for them, hinting at a critique of exclusionary religious or moral paradigms.
  • The repeated question of how long they have been dead underscores the speaker's ongoing struggle with their perceived worthlessness and the duration of their emotional isolation.

How Long Have I Been Dead

Poetry of abandonment

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How long have I been dead, I remember sea washing over me, Soothing all I dreamed right before the end.

How long have I been out here, Drifting on the water of all Earth tears.

Silenced in a world unseeing, Moving on without feeling.

Lacking blood or significance I landed close to the cut-off edge.

How long had I been a problem, How long had I been unwanted.

White callous faces turned away, Even when bitter minds held a view, They must have been so busy in life I never said a word or took up room.

Not in a cave or the intellect, In comforting arms or a child-size bed Still someone laughed as they pushed me from the ledge.

But I would still like to know Why my soul was a waste of love, Why your heaven had no space left.

So tell me just for the record …

How long have I been dead.

© America Zed. Other Poetry by America Zed.

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