Null and Void
Tumbling, whirling are the sounds of gears
The wheels spin, turn generate; electricity
A well-oiled machine or perplexed finery called the human mind
Irrelevant, an idea has sprouted like seasonal plants coming to life
Gone again, the sun has vanished beneath its shield of lightening and fierce clouds
A perfect day for a drifting pessimist
The day has brought a surprising horror destroying from the inside
Though like a brick, cold and unmoving, he steels his face and embraces for impact
To witness once again the sight of watching his mother cry
Weighs too deep, too deep
Just enough to feel his own eyes swell and feel the watery self-induced rain fall silently
Depression, has it really hit; a sickness without the symptoms?
Everyday life, it’s enough to distract the normal human
But then again, this pessimist is far from normal
Dispersed to the deepest horizon of imagination
There is no greater comfort than being surrounded by the illustrious illusions in your head
Nor is there a greater demise than being fooled by those very illusions
Questions, the key to curiosity
Questions, the guide to becoming a genius
But when questions collide with a silent mind, what does it conclude
An anonymous genius with a tendency to be a dunce verbally
Thus the story has already been told while the pot-holes are all awaiting the chance to be filled
Sorry the satisfaction is dismissed
While infatuation is still the chauffer in this limo labeled reality
Where there’s reality often misery follows like a loyal dog
Focus, where tends to be the focus
Sadly elsewhere
A well-oiled machine with the flaws of a general man
A notion desperately attempted to run quickly away from
Individuality, an individualist at best
Accompanied with pessimist, illusionist
Adjectives with valuable meanings
Apologies…humble apologies
A knot in my chest, twisting and contorting
Prevents the words to come out right
The distraction sent to erase all torturous things
Null and void
Buzzing like a thousand bees in strong pleasure to attack and sting
And like 10 bags of ice lingers a chill so cold
Simultaneously felt when seeing the tears of a mother simply fall
Don’t allow such a thing to be viewed anymore
Just…Just don’t
Copyright © Andrus Cassian | Year Posted 2016
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