Flower
Photo by: Sosse Karasarkissian
Flower
She sings a cold tune
A subtle breeze beneath the midnight moon
Interpreting the words, succinctly deployed
I stare into the void
Born without purpose
Tickets to life I didn’t purchase
I walk and chew gum at the same time
But am I really fine?
When we state the mindlessness of things
And the dread which our existence brings
I feel a comfort that I know
There’s nowhere to go
You can show me objective truths to strengthen my view
Reveal the ideals which are never new
You can savor the emotions that I don’t use
These ways of thinking are obtuse
(I can admire it)
These are the flowers
Conceptual fodder for the showers
Be they the seeds, leaves, twigs or vines
It all intertwines
To live is to suffer
Crossing paths with one another
Amity offers some much-needed support
But life is too short
When we state the mindlessness of things
And the dread which our existence brings
I feel a comfort that I know
There’s nowhere to go
You can show me objective truths to strengthen my view
Reveal the ideals which are never new
You can savor the emotions that I don’t use
These ways of thinking are obtuse
(I can admire it)
Written By: Isaac Dinotno
