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Totality escapes beneath me, all that I’ve left unexplored collapses unto me.
Triggered, by self centered inundation, I might as well be gone.
For what do I provide the collective? But neglect and self indulgent plunder.
Relive this aeonic cage, cyclic and persistent. Yet each existence we reach a new peak.
So benevolent, and elegant. I need to relive samsara to fill my void.
Be meaningful to others. Because I do not matter, what I do matters.
Momentarily, this escapes me, shameful and foolish, I must regain such tonic insight.
It combats my abysmal fear of inconsequentiality.
I’ve reflected in infantilism, however I think I’ve found what guides us to actualization.
At least myself anyway, I need to mean something to others.
I need to teach and learn from my peers, whom I overlook as of now.
How myopic and repugnant. White from shame I apologize to those who’d listen.
I open my arms to all. Let me help, show me how to help.
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