The Emily Dickinson Paradox

[The Rider]

Because I could not stop for death,
He did not stop for me
And there I stood, beside the road
Alone eternally.

Ahead of me the carriage slowed,
To help along a fare.
For me, however, the driver showed
No more did he have care.

Now where I stand has turned to dust
From here I have not moved.
Why do I need to walk along
When there's nothing left to prove?

[Sweets America]

I love this!!:thumbs_up :banana:
The first stanza is great. This is interesting how you adapted Dickinson's poem to make your own version of it. In a way this one is depressive because the speaker is left alone. But on the other hand, it might mean that it is not time for his/her death yet, which is more positive. In the meantime, however, the ending sounds quite hopeless. It seems like the speaker is disappointed that death did not stop for him/her. Reminds me of my own feelings a few years ago. Nice poem, thank you.

[NikolaiI]

Beautiful from an unknown, the Rider.