He told me Humanity would never change.
"Not quite," said to him,
"Eventually he will, even if it's not his aim,
for everything passes after so long an age."
I watched him crawl and watched him walk
I watched him learn and watched him try
I watched him speak and talk,
And all the while, time went by.
And when he had gained enough of the experience
He was greedy, he was covetous,
He was selfish and he was mischievous
And still he lied in the right tense.
And through the aeons, I've seen seeds sprout
And seen their seedlings develop bark
And the deep waters turn within and without
And still inside the ground it remained dark.
Whatever and whoever there was, he stole and killed
Without regret, remorse, grief or pains.
For life's simplest personal gains,
He destroyed what had been built.
And all the while, I, Immortal Beholder,
Have come to know that Humanity will never change,
Have come to see what he really is;
A thing inalterable even by age!
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 6:45 AM UTC
In the halls of my mind I walk as I ponder,
Over things that trouble me, big and small,
Over things that tear me asunder;
As though I was made for this toll.
And I burn and melt and boil with these:
The fancily named; dyslexia and schizophrenia,
Even the owned one; Parkinson's disease,
For they make me succumb to insomnia.
And as I struggle with this jumble
Of emotion and thought that conflict within,
In and out of reality I stumble
And only stop when I'm at my mind's end.
Will my intellect stay firm or will it crumble?
My sanity is a thing I always question and contemplate.
"It'll all be fine!" To myself I mumble.
Hopefully, one day, I will be out of this state!
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 5:24 AM UTC
Resilient you may see me as,
Strong-willed and invulnerably so,
Playful with a contagious exuberance.
A candid and amiable soul!
Yet this seamless veil of self-harmony
Covers more than a breakdown that's healed,
Covers more than a little disarray within me,
Covers cracks that run deep.
Cracks on my mental and my soul,
Cracks that have turned into ravines,
Cracks that I can partially withhold,
Cracks that have changed things within.
I’ve stared into mirrors that wouldn't reflect,
Watched pieces of me refuse to return.
Felt joy turn ghostlike, distant and wrecked,
While my soul smoldered — too numb to burn.
A fragmented soul I am indeed,
With a resilience quite-rough-built, though,
All mended with the unending beat
Of the heart of my soul, Hope!
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 5:21 AM UTC