To me, this was my favorite of the poems you posted. It's very dark, even morbid.
Survival - What a Joke One day, a long time ago I was alive. I woke in the morning I fed the children I breathed in air and I felt it I laughed I felt pain I cried I felt the good nothing of exhaustion at times. I'd meet friends for lunch. Today, I exist. I see pain through a microscope Choices are made, do they really matter? One child rejects me. One child sleeps. One child is angry. Fingers are pointed at me. What did I do? I grew an amorphous mass in my brain meant to destroy them, they think. Through pain I drive to work. Through pain I take them to school. Through pain I watch their ball games. Through pain I wash clothes. Through pain I pay bills. Today was a seizure. World through a waterfall. I wet my pants. I can't find the lights on my dashboard. Did someone move them? What are the words I keep trying to say? When does existence end? Life already has. |
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