Who?

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

Who? I may never know.

Who

Who?

Who do you ask

Initiated such things

Things teeming with demoniac ulteriors

And clandestine monotony

 

Who

Who governs the path of a life

Bedaubed in an ironic satire of fulfillment and joy

But at an impasse of unrealistic and unconventional false encouragement 

 

Who permits these things

Observing the tear-trickle tragedy of tremors and timorousness

Laughing a cacophony of a silent cackle

Whilst blissfully perusing the perniciously laced sufferings of the fragile and the meek

 

Who

Everyone

Everyone runs from the inconceivably horrific face of complete and utter petrification

Vaulting from a mirror they never knew of

A mirror that howls and profanes the expletive verity

That everyone who is who, is everyone

 

Everyone denies the truth 

A factuality that they Are the one in the silver -plastered torture device that glares back longingly. Looking back upon themselves. Their diabolical double, sneering snidely and hellishly salaciously surreptitiously existing only to remind them of what was once an innocence destroyed by this gluttonous world

 

Who

Who looks into the rambunctious reflection with a perfectly unaware expression of a pallid and trembling mind

Realizing that they too unfortunately share the Synchronous soul of the amorphous and unclassified deviation that is themselves looking right back at them

 

Who prides themselves on their palpable emotional stability

Or their non-– tactile material accomplishment

An Insatiable desire for perfection and security that never comes when you read between the ridges of the brain

Read between reality

 

Who Reads between?

Everyone

Unconditionally scavenging rigorously for a nothingness

The nothingness that will fill up their vacuous bodies

Bodies that more still sway in the winds Of duplicity And dereliction 

Self-cloistered From the world around them

 

Who?

They never really bothered anyway.


Submitted: May 27, 2021

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