If destruction is my punishment, so be it.
I cannot be absolved.
This hierarchy of pain is meant for human consumption.
Freedom is a false concept.
We are slaves to our emotions.
Slaves to our attatchments.
Undeserving.
Bloodletting.
Outcasts among the masses.
If destruction is my punishment, pain is my savior.
Dismal outlook.
Chasing oblivion.
So is
My desolation.
4 comments
We are slaves to our emotions and attachments. I like that. So true. 🙂
Thank you. I don’t write a lot of poetry because I’m not very good at expressing myself. However, every once in awhile something great like this pops out of me. I’m more of an artist on paper than I am with words.
Man this is really good. I don’t know why…I just really like it. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for commenting. I get really happy when people post positive things about my work.