Thursday, April 28, 2011

Owning My Loaned Self

I stopped inside my head
To feel anything,
To appreciate anything.
Brain dead in a deathless society;
Deathless because there is no life worthy to lose by death,
No colour to fade away from this canvas,
Just pain, agony, hurt without hope of healing,
Darkness without hope of illumination.

This is a life of self reliance,
Of belief that I can control, that I can provide.
In the end all I can do is submit to simply be without being
For having refused to submit to become.

Written: 28 April 2011

1 comment:

  1. This is an amazing (yet scary) poem.