Missing

Life, Grotesque, malignant

I wouldn't miss it so much,
if I knew what I was missing,
On my way to the beginning.

Hunger equates blunder,
the answer is ,
there is no answer.

So can we be satisfied now,
mystified by the how,
the where, when, and why?

Poor lackluster, you found.
And now, to that answer,
you are bound,
like a cancer.

Like a cancer, you spread
malignantly,
like a cancer, you propegate
apathetically.

Your smothering death kiss,
your deeply rooted morbid wish,
begs end, wants end, creates ends.

Maybe change is too much,
maybe stagnation is just enough,
maybe living is a jest,
but what is left? Death?

Reviews

[Nathan Spark]

felt this in my gut. thank you!

[Numidienne]

I love it ...or diction is just awesome

[LoveDens]

undeniably, emotionally presented

[Abraxasbird]

Definitely emotionally charged, Thank you for reading, reallyappreciate it

[miSS LEaf]

so full of emotions, enjoyed reading!

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[Impulse]

I like this. It really makes me think. Nice job =]