A Life

What is a life?

A means of neurotic dishevelment?
Perhaps a mass of confusion,
only existing for entanglement of purposeless emotion?

What is the emotion?
A hard-ache of lust and care,
with consequences for experience?

Where was I…?
Where was I when it all changed?
When the exuberant care of peers was
given, yet not expected?

Now its expected.
Why? Why? Why?
Why this life…?
Life of disgust and rejection?

Well, fitting in is irrelevant.


3 thoughts on “A Life

  1. toucheman says:

    fucking epic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. slpmartin says:

    There’s Zen saying that goes….”Better a diamond with a flaw, then a pebble with none.”…defining oneself by the opinions of others will not yield much of purpose in life. Interesting poem.

  3. hannah says:

    your written words make my mind full of flitting images depicting the picture described by your diction. in other words, that’s quite a poem

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