Kid From the Block: A Poetry Collection

The Abyss

I walk this road every day only to arrive at the same repetitive place

Full of weirdos and phonies who could all be thinking the same thing

In the institute, we learn what to think instead of how

and are silenced for raising a question out of the mundane

When I speak up, I'm adrift

Trapped within my own words and thoughts

While the other subjects speak with precision and direction

and collect the benefits as a result

Then I eat the stale preservatives

Surrounded by souls as lost as me

We wonder why everyone is so robotic or if we're the deviant

Only to find out it's a waste of time to think

One day, I'll be released into the abyss, knowing what I know,

and realizing I'll never understand why.

  - Ash