Back to life
Back bent under the knowing
I’m Atlas, holding up the heavens
As are you, life shouldered all the same
Worlds within worlds
Condemned to bear the weight
Tag Archives: Poetry
The world without consumes me
Hardly a moment to spare
No more room for neurosis
No personal affairs
Thin air
Navigating lofty ideals
Ever separating fact from the way people feel
When the light fails to pierce
Dark days in the Sun
Lingering in shadow’s essence
World comes undone
Bloodletting
Drop by drop, seeking balance
Fingers scarred from the effort
Battles lost, then fought again
Dulled sense
An endless war
Bloodletting, to live another day
Bring myself back into range
No simple man of letters
Spirit of the words
Lingering years
Son of Earth
Smoke filling lungs
Spirit of the world
No simple man of letters
Let the pages fox and curl
Dog ear the history
Let it fade
Destroy the concept
Lost in the grey
Lost signal, breaking through the interference
Lost battles, never ending war
Losing will, digging deep to find it
Bury me
I’ll fight it all the more
Clouds
One day
When the kingdom falls and heaven comes crashing down
I will become king, wearing ruins like a crown
My gown, of ash and dust
I’ll swallow up the sun
Leave the rest to the rust
The extinction of everyone
Everything
It comes to a head
Burning Earth
Leaving this whole world for dead
30 years
Not dead, but static
Not alive, despite my beating heart
Going nowhere
Linger near the start
No desire to go on
Fucking waste
What’s the point in keeping up?
Another day to dust
Settling on the past
Tome on the shelf, pushed to the back
Forgotten passages
Pathways of the mind
Undisturbed
The antiquarian archive
Refocus
Bring aspirations into view
Shut out the world
Spend a little time on you
Pay no mind to the madness
Life has to go on
It doesn’t have to be so tragic
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