Two Witnesses

Two unlikely suspects

Woke me up from digital slumber

What now with this reality?

Where shall I place my limbs

To enact a life worth living

.

I struggle with apathy

Though it be a crawdad trap

Attempt to muster intelligence

But as I write, I find myself in the same place

Remember being 22 ?

.

I have survived

On intent to derive meaning

But to the world I am nothing

We can’t all be Jackie Robinson

.

I remember why I fell asleep

In videos, and games

It is because of my feet

They have nowhere to take me

.

Two young and beautiful witnesses

Knocked at my door

Marketing positivity with sex; it’s genius!

It even made me ponder purpose

Godspeed

.

Sadly though

A drop amongst the rivers flow

Cannot choose for itself

To maintain the rivers health

What then would a drop be

With a sense of “me”

Frozen in the expanse of space

Not knowing it is the tear on my face

.

What am I?

A tear created from anguish

Am I bound to the laws of my creation

Forever feeling until I evaporate

Or am wiped away

.

Why write at all?

I hope better for you,

My darlings

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s