Life,
so full of meaning,
while also existing absent it.
For,
as I exist my mind sits in the abyss.
Darkness engulfs,
as light attempts to passively approach.
To be what gives hope,
to my solemn soul.
I am not I anymore.
For,
as those doors open,
"I" becomes absolutely nothing.
For,
"We" and this moment,
consumes everything "I" held or could hold.
Rearranging my placement in this world,
I in mind,
once thought was known.
To be so powerless.
To have one's dreams shattered,
just from knowing,
nothings meant.
To see only darkness,
even when light,
is ever so present.
To be absent,
presence.
How could one's mind conjure up such thoughts?
And,
more importantly,
why?
Why see life in such a way,
as to not fully exist?
To never be a "Me"?
Why even think of myself
in such a way,
never to be complete?
I seem stuck,
ensnared by this sullen mind,
lost in this seemingly useless time,
never to comprehend light's shine.
Never to exist within,
what one deems divine.
Only to feel this pain,
as life,
drips from my eyes.....
©lamarcus12
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