Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Crime

The sky weeps
As do i
The same question keeps running in my mind
Who i am or what am i
Why am i here what's my purpose in life
As the sky continues to weep
So do i
Slitting my wrist
To punish my crimes
The crime of existence
Being the greatest
Hurts the most
The talents that lie latent
My brain doesn't register or believe
Anything remotely positive is immediately negated
How far can i go
Before i finally stop running in circles
Like a dog chasing its tail
Life indeed is a futile exercise.

◄ Broken Dawn

The Ice Queen ►

Comments

Philipos

Tue 21st Jul 2020 07:52

Certain things we cannot change - other things we can - one porpoise cannot extinguish a mighty fire - but if there is a big enough school of them, well ... who knows.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message