Amidst the turmoil,
And his muddled thoughts,
A light glows dimmer,
A quivering youth shivers
A brittle boardwalk trembles
Fearful of the sin the
person atop it's girth might
commit
In a flash
light
memories and
that familiar
fake happiness
.
.
.
.
Oh yes . . .
that
poisonous fake happiness
becomes useless
meaningless
because that happiness
responsible for being
meaningful
proves itself
obsolete
He peers down into
the murky
oblivion
below
feeling the shrill to the unknown
feeling the biting winds of the
protesters
He smiles, a dreamy
smile
the first real smile
he shall ever show
the last real smile
they shall ever know
And he let himself fall
He let himself
delve into the unknown
where it was just as risky
as staying in the known
But at least when
he is wronged
he will feel no surprise
At least when he is wronged
he will lose
no faith in humanity
He was not the one to
abandon it,
but they.
This was the meaning of being human.
This is the meaning of being human.
It was his choice
As a human
to jump,
to cry,
to love,
to 'sin'
to be him
It was his choice as a human.
Because that's all it ever was.
And that's all it ever will be.
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Intrusive Fragility
PoetryBecause we are fragile. ✂✂✂✂✂ I wrote these poems when i was like 12/13 lmaooo i unpublished this, but decided to put it back up because why not. so, here my emo poet phase is immortalized for the world to see :] -- Updates at random. #Wattys
