fallin (poetry)

Rage
At the forgetting of the moment
At the loss of the path
Praying for a tomorrow
Like today, but not today
Like yesterday, but not yesterday
Rage
The memory of a simple flower
A smell that you have forgotten
Until that time it rises again
Again
Again
Bloomed flowers
Faded and decayed
Memory lost
Memory never really had
We the lost ones
What is the right drug
What is the right sadness
Peace
Anger
Sadness
Loneliness
In a crowded room
Sadness
With a smile on your face
Disappeared
Disappeared
Disappeared
Where have all the dreams gone
Well run dry
Was the well ever full
Was it just an illusion
Mirage
A dream
A fallacy
What do we pray for
Why do we pray for
Disappear
Disappeared
Into your mind
Away from your heart
There was something that was supposed to be here
A dream we were supposed to have
Has the world become more sepia
Or is today just a dusty day
Sadness
Let us not bother anyone
Let us not bother anyone
Be a good person
That is maybe the only truth
The only truth worth chasing
But it is not the way the world is
Devil
Devil
Devil
I see you
Can you see me
I’m sorry
Sorry for the darkness
Did, did, did, I hurt you
Or is it worse
Did all my grandeur do nothing
But irritate you
Sadness
Wasn’t there SUPPOSED
Supposed
To be something more than this
Dream bigger
Dream again
Where are my dreams
Where is the rising of the light
Retrogade: again, I am here
Was there any advancement?
Is there a purpose, to having been here before
Or will the same mistakes just happen again
Feedback loop
Fine
Feedback loop
Fine
Fuck
Is this it
Gone through a complete orbit
Knowing that the future
Will be on the same ellipsis
Be better
Be better
Be better
Be more of less things
Be less of more things
Sadness
Wake up in the morning
Sun already risen
The soft morning light, gone
Of course there is regret
But the logic has become atrophied
The same defences that proved inadequate
Are today again being used to protect the castle
The walls will not hold
The breach will happen again, again, again
Exactly where we knew it would come
Life nothing but the act of living
Death nothing but reincarnation
The next time I’m a flower
Will I still be a doomed flower
Searching for light and water and a fair piece of ground
How
How
How
Did it all prove to be so
Fucking meaningless
How
How
How
Was it decided
That life was just this
Nothing more
Nothing less

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