As it is
This is what it's like
An expectation, a storm
Grey and black, blue and white
A disaster, chaos
Death and Pain
Innocent, before it turns
Goes over and transforms
Oh, the pain of existing
A never-ending circle
Meaningless
Empty
Words that hide
This very fact,
To distract the mind
From the real question
Like a ghost, it haunts me
Keeping me up at night
What is the point?
Of everything?
It leads up to nowhere
All for nothing
On and on and on
Forever?
Who knows?
Not you
By far
Listening to your thoughts
Thinking there is a point
That it's worth it
No judgement here
Just the fact that
Your eyes are closed
You have chosen to be
Blind, deaf even
Stick your head in the sand, as they say
Thoughts that don't go far
Except those that know
That understand
I can't be the only one
I refuse to believe it
Just as they do
Copyright © Finneas Spring | Year Posted 2025
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