I've grown weak
from swimming
through
love and
sadness

Could there be
nothing more than
this?

Is humanity
on an ever quest
for love and
healing?

Or does it grow
out of the sadness
it proclaims?

What is this poetry thing anyway?

Most of what you encounter
is nothing more
than a lie
a ruse to swindle you
into false realities

Grab a match
wield a hammer
tear it
down