Resurgens

 Resurgens 6/12/2014

There is a hole in my life

A horrible gaping void

That cannot be filled

Cut out and thrown away

In the middle of the day.   

A massive defect of the heart

That I will never overcome

An aching wound

Invisible and debilitating.

But I don’t know

If it is bad

Or if its good

As I limp along

Half dead

And half alive. 

If this is, all there is

Then life is pointless

And love is a lie

Nothing but our imagination

Or a random hallucination

Of a dying brain.   

An imprinted instinct

To breed and multiply

In an endless cycle of pointless mutation

All destined to die.  

Just waiting for extinction 

To become fuel

Or fertilizer 

Crumbling into dust

And burned into a vapor.

I can only be

What I am

But I can always ask for more

And see what happens.

But would it be better

To be one of the few

Ensconced in their castles

Behind thick walls. 

Trusted to serve

But only serving themselves

Ignoring the truth

Because they are safe.

It is hard to say

What is better

To know or not to know

And go blissfully to the end.

But for better

Or for worse

Here I am

And so also are you.

We are the sacrificial people

For bargaining and profit

Only useful under control

Sold out and given away.

To be used and manipulated

From the cradle to the grave

Worthless consumers

Whom no one will defend

Or save.

Disenfranchised at will

And persecuted at every turn

Blamed for everything

And given nothing.  

 

One dimensional

Paper dolls

To be sacrifice on the altar

Bled out and burned

To appease the little gods

Of greed and avarice.         

But only the strong

Can endure

And remain good

Unfazed by cruelty

And strengthened by God.    

He who loves
Will have more than vengeance
And he who endures
Will live forever.