Privilege
and then there came upon him
a certain nothingness
sadness and anhedonia have taken over
the latter sounding so godly in vain
the blues have become
a dirty synesthetic cacophonia
with emptiness screaming
a gut wrenching noise
a dagger of unkindness
balances at the fulcrum
the jester in him calls upon crisis
as a turning point
to what and to where
and yet he is privileged
when the numbness recedes
for glimpses of moments
as he looks into the bright lights
of an oncoming train
of thoughts feelings emotion
as he settles for another sleepless night
08th June 2023
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2023
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