A Search For Meaning

wow, i actually really like this... sometimes you get into a daze and just...write

 

What kind of person is it,

Who cannot find completeness,

In such a vast, never ending scene.

No vanish point- only remarkable yellow-orange skies.

 

Such madness is it, when someone

Looks on at the heavens collapsing, melting

Into the atmosphere of this tremendous igneous rock,

And feel nothing.

 

No, not nothing; feel nothing but a subtle

Tightening yet progressive binding of the chest.

A choking, suffocation of air from the heart,

An apathetic response to wonder and beauty-

 

There is a black whole,

That swallows everything I’ve always wish I’d said.

Some hidden monster,

Who creeps from the comforts of my shadows.

 

Miserable and far from an epiphany.

I can only swallow the hollow wads,

Of regret and discomfort, as I strive for-

Some kind of divine meaning-

 

To everything; and to the nothingness it tucks within

The answer to this all-encompassing, all-surrounding;

Never ending, dizzying feeling

Not affinity; nothingness, emptiness. 

Reviews

[The Mitmit]

You really present your reasons well and in nice form. We really are all human.