Nothing Gained Nothing Lost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


I just don't fit in anywhere.  I never have and I probably never will.  Moments of clarity followed by confusion.  Happiness is subjective, it doesn't really exist.  Drugs create synthetic happiness, synthetic euphoria.  I am drowning in the sorrow of others.  I don't exist in this dimension.  It's like a separation of the mind and body.  Or is it supposed to be the soul and body?  The world is infected with a virus.  A virus which decays all that is good and replaces it with all that is evil.  Smoke and mirrors, tricks played of the mind.  We loose ourselves in the heavy fog when we try to wipe it away from the mirror to see what we despise inside.  There is no escape from desire.  The drug creates a false sense of hope, but it is fleeting because hope doesn't exist.  Just another invention of the human mind.  The trick is can we transcend desire?  Hearts turn to dust and ash.  Blood is drained from veins until they are empty and lifeless.  We return to nothing.


Submitted: January 15, 2021

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