It's useless to do anything,
nothing matters to this universe
so I'm writing useless nonsense
That seems so useful at this very moment.
Maybe I will feel something if I write artfully
and make it voluptuous so I can feel love for once,
but my feelings mean nothing
for every word I made you read
is nonsensical and helpless,
for all of this is a cry for help
& when I die, none of this will stand the fight of history
for I am just a small ant in this big universe,
a small speck to the stars and the sun
who know nothing about me
yet I know everything about them,
you may think of me as a stoic figure
but none of what I say is true or life-changing,
it's all pretentious.
YOU ARE READING
The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
