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Siren wails One stranger about to take his final breath Eyes gazing at familiar faces Piercing through souls Melancholia reverberates I can’t save him… Raising flags Amid the morning dew Inquisitive minds of the youth Along the misty garden of roses Wisdom routs ignorance I can’t teach them… Pompous buildings rise Along the busy traffic of the north Breathtaking visions realized Through pens and grids Gasping folks looking up and passing by I can’t build them… Splattered blood In the streets of darkness One innocent life forsaken One fatherless son Can justice be given? I can’t defend him… Who am I? Why am I here? What does living mean? Is life naturally chaotic? Empty? A whirlwind of doubts Blocked the future they envisioned I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t teach them. I couldn’t build them. I couldn’t defend him. This life swims in the pool of regrets Where this aimless mind drowns in oblivion And there in the midst of nothingness, I found myself...
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
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Siren wails One stranger about to take his final breath Eyes gazing at familiar faces Piercing through souls Melancholia reverberates I can’t save him… Raising flags Amid the morning dew Inquisitive minds of the youth Along the misty garden of roses Wisdom routs ignorance I can’t teach them… Pompous buildings rise Along the busy traffic of the north Breathtaking visions realized Through pens and grids Gasping folks looking up and passing by I can’t build them… Splattered blood In the streets of darkness One innocent life forsaken One fatherless son Can justice be given? I can’t defend him… Who am I? Why am I here? What does living mean? Is life naturally chaotic? Empty? A whirlwind of doubts Blocked the future they envisioned I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t teach them. I couldn’t build them. I couldn’t defend him. This life swims in the pool of regrets Where this aimless mind drowns in oblivion And there in the midst of nothingness, I found myself...
Written when I was at the height of my existential crisis...
#failure#existential#crisis#existentialcrisis
john-kristian-busalanan
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
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