Written by Jacob R. Moses

This parade keeps marching

into the depths of belligerence

found in the tar pits of the end times

It gets exhausting to pretend

my attained ambitions

keep me satisfied

But even still…

I am in an abyss of hopelessness

which for once isn’t a delusion

which can be medicated away

and leave me in a haze

weaved with whistling

serene smoke

Living on this planet

is harder than ever

I am reaching the apex of apathy

with two types of frost preserving

the hurt I suppress daily

I am relegated to the role

of an aimless observer

walking deliberately

through crowds

Whether raves or mosh pits

I am untouched and unmoved

by my chaotic environment

My affect is flatter than

my calloused feet

Too tired to cry

Too hoarse to scream

Too hurt to fight

I usually find myself

alone in the crowd

But has my personality

and the multifaceted mirrors within it

abandoned me in my grief?

Text © Jacob R. Moses

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