Invisible Means
I'm referred to as a normal & “complete” being, but somewhere hidden beneath
the unseen tears is an empty hole threatening the very makings that define
myself as a whole.
Nothing to society, but, “...taking up space”. A unique copy who in turn is just
another uninterested
Visitor...a visitor who majors in bad acting & the script studied only repeats the
yielded guidelines our culture has come to agree upon. This rehearsed show is
better known as our life
Illusions. These distortions of reality consist of precise measurements of care
exhibited, true perfection that's always sought, never seen & untainted but also
satisfying happiness, which is the basic element of us. The initial outcome being
yourself, alone & divided from everyone and everything just as in the beginning.
Shut me out as the rest have, it’s expected before the even thought of existence
occurred. Truthfully, you watch as deep
Inside I continue to painfully search the depths of my soul for an answer that
cannot be found so in all actuality, does not exist. Instead I
Breakdown to the undeniable fate of becoming incapable of the single emotion
that makes us human....the ability of love. It’s as if I am being fed by an endless
Line of decay patiently waiting for the moment in which, the roles are reversed
and in turn, I am engulfed by this disease that devours our free will...our ability of
thought. Part of me is contaminated with a line of pain, deceit & sorrow prepared
to be passed along at any given moment. I’m infected with nothing, yet
Everything contains it...our invisible means.
Copyright © Kyla Patton | Year Posted 2007
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