but now through the looking glass
everything has become nothing;
nothing has become everything.
i am all too happy to rid myself of yesterday- it's tomorrow that has me unaffirmed.
i've spent the majority of my cognative years dreaming about, hoping, and planning for the future.
now i'm amiss- void and exhausted from a lifetime of constant excorcision.
i dream i'm dreaming that i'm having a flashback.
i feel like i left and just haven't come back yet.
somewhere, squeezed between myself and my identity
is my dignity.
or have i lost it?
or have i lost my mind?
vapours are insignificant unless this is the butterfly effect.
the network of human lives, as it progresses seamlessly, is extravagant enough to quell all demons.
i am overcome with emotion.
Copyright © jamfox rock | Year Posted 2014
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