#theabyss
Blank faces in the midst of beautiful sounds,
A thousand unread emails, eyeballs glued to the screen,
A pirouette daze, ghosting on fleck,
Giving it that bespoke hipster cred,
Entangled, encrypted, salty speech,
I cry to my social feed, a more vapid abyss,
A mirror profoundly remiss in its connection to this,
I'm hearing only myself tearing through a mist,
No heart, no conscience,
Just rage feeding, hashtags and memory lags,
An afterimage mangled by algorithms.
A fractured life sold in parts,
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
Sunlight to me is not frequent
I live my life in the dark depths of winter
Days to night filled with the abyss
But when the summer visits
I miss the warmth
For I am too caught up by thoughts
Of winter past and winter come
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
What does a condemned man do? What does a man with no hope look forward to? One might say, “Today is terrible, but I will look forward to tomorrow.” But what use it tomorrow for the condemned? Doesn’t tomorrow bring quickly his dreadful fate? What use is the beauty of the sun or the calm of the breeze upon his face and skin? Are these not splendor’s that will add to his misery; memories that will torment his eternal soul. He does not ask to hear the sounds of joy and gladness, for where he is headed never have these been present. He is headed to the deep below, where the wails overwhelm the senses and hope is a soon forgotten fable strictly uttered by those above. The memory of the sunshine upon his face amplifies his unending anguish; the smell of the common morning air will plague his mind. “What caused such a fate for this man”, asks the world? He did not take heed to that which is written, that if you hear the voice of God today, do not be stubborn as your ancestors were when they rebelled against God. He chose separation from God - - the path that leads to no sunshine.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC