Dark Matter

in #poetry7 years ago

                                                                 Dark Matter

The lack of inspiration

Within this land of desolation

Gives new hope

Gives a new sense of life


To

      My

           Withered

                          Mind

I love you

But I don’t know you

Nor do I have any desire to

It is not a rip on you


I’m not quite a misanthrope

But I still would rather be away from you all

Because insidious entities

Have possessed the human race

I will never be conventional

I will never meet anybody’s expectations


Have I been living dead?

Am I the one I scold?

The answer is most certainly yes

But there is no way to alter the past


Only the present moment can be changed

Even if you are deranged


I am the accumulation

of far too many wasted breaths

Too many days gone bad.


This does not define me

And neither will you.

I am a killer inside

Who would not harm a fly


Why?


The realization that life could be my lucid dream

The reality is it never will

I shut myself down every day

I am addicted to self-sabotage


I couldn’t tell you why

It’s just the way my brain is wired


The more important question is

Why is this all about me?


I mean really? Who gives a fuck?


Nobody but you

Nobody but me


I feel like I died long ago

Existence is not wretched nor is it exquisite.


I just am

I am an infinite being


That has become trapped in its own shell

That it created for itself


Life

An ephemeral experience

What an amazing illusion

Delusion

Confusion

Death


There is more than a single polarity

There are several shades of anger

But an endless supply of love


Yet in the end isn’t it all meaningless anyway?

All for nothing


No!

I can’t believe this

I must survive

After I pass through the vortex

That leads to a vastly different dimension


There are many different worlds

All seemingly contained in one

But no one shares the exact same reality

No two people have precisely the same vision


What does any of it mean

Every snowflake has a unique design

Even those within the groupthink

Have a voice inside that they are hiding from you


I can’t continue without an outlet

A catharsis of sorts

I put my rage in a bottle

But the bottle I must shatter


Dark Matter

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