Ripped
I.
Within spacetime,
Within the cosmos,
Within dark matter,
All existence.
–
It fails, ripped.
II.
Within my heart,
Within my essence,
Within my matter.
My existence.
–
It fails, ripped.
III.
Damn you, life!
To hell with circumstance!
Curse my next breath!
My masters.
–
It fails, ripped.
IV.
Laid before me,
Kismet reigned.
A gift given,
Of the cosmos.
–
It fails, ripped.
V.
Hope wanes.
Faith dashed.
Love dead.
Flesh torn.
–
It fails, ripped.
VI.
Bathed in universal glow on terra firma,
Shaking my fist up at all that lies therein.
A malediction to all you hold and control!
This cursed universe imprisons me.
A slave to its wicked whim.
I declare my independence from existence.
–
I fail, ripped.
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Posted on September 7, 2014, in Poetry and tagged DoubleU, John White, Poetry, Ripped. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Simply Lovely. Read it not twice or thrice, but more than that.
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“Hope wanes.
Faith dashed.
Love dead.
Flesh torn.” – simply Wow!
It’s written so beautifully…
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🙂 you’re welcome.