Simply put another insignificant rambling of written word.
Lost and stricken within the depths,
a long forgotten heart beat.
Thoughts enter the lingering mind, yet none matter,
far too much time has witherd away.
A mirage decieves me as it usually does,
a false image projected on an even more false reality.
I stand upon shattered glass,
with every step part of my flesh ripped away,
so I shall stand frozen, never wavering,
for if I cannot be whole I will not rip myself further apart.
I have not become numb, nor can I feel sensation,
this ordinary human sense faltered and left me so long ago.
It is as if floating in the ever moving atmosphere,
looking down in longing yet suspended.
Suspended here by invisible chains,
my pupils dilated, the mirage sustained by it's own luster,
how else could I expect it to be,
for I feel yet I do not.
Comprehension shall find no mind,
for how can understanding be reached or glimpsed,
when the mind that created the thought can not find comprehension?
That is the thing.
The world in disaray due to a lack of understanding.
So here I hang in my weary orbit, two fronts divided,
an unfinished piece of pointilism attempting to form a picture.
This place I left so long ago seems swept up.
Broken memories scattered about the plains,
never to be explained to their full extent,
for this is what it has all come down to,
simply put another insignificant rambling of written word.
Honorable mention
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great write
