Photo By: Andrianna Kapralios
There can’t be meaning
It floats here inside, the burning I’m feeling.
Paths into the shadows, my mind always takes,
Will emotion never truly appear?
A burning sensation is floating here.
Perched upon the razor’s edge,
I waltz towards this cold cliff’s ledge.
Before my Self, a warm canyon beckons,
I fall, and to reason I deafen.
In search of color, I find but darkness which conceals,
It always spells doom, for the one who feels!
This time is different, I tell my Self and you,
Sifting through darkness, I hope to find your hue.
If not, I may tell my Self there can’t be meaning,
To stop the horrors of what I am seeing,
To quash the rot, which erupts from my heart,
I select my purpose, and try to start.
Towards peace, future knowledge will push me,
Swimming through murky waters, into a beautiful sea.
Termites of truth, gnaw at my bones,
After I fall, I won’t be alone.
Written By: Isaac Dinotno