Is it so awful
to want to be wanted
is it so terrible
to ask for recognition
love
happiness.
Are these goals so lofty?
Are they so profane?
What have I done
to deserve to be denied these things?
Why have you all turned such a baleful eye?
Why am I so helplessly defunct?
All these things ramble unchecked
from the tip of my finger.
Idly, my eyes expore the wisdom of a blank ceiling.
No gods dwell there.
No answers.
Sighs escape,
thoughts falter,
words fail.
Just what the hell can I do about it?
Fool myself again?
Venture into the cruel misunderstanding world?
Someone tell me.
Someone guide me.
I'm abandoning all rhetoric,
I'm abandoning all device
I need a guide through this.
Someone genuine.
Kind
unfiltired by the unkind barbwire fence of life.
I need a personal savior.
Or I fear...
I will be left in this blind,
lonely,
raging pit
forever.
Where is my muse?
Where is my angel?
Where is your god?
Where is that sense of fulfilment,
and calm
that comes from a day lived with love
uncorrupted
unselfish.
And why do I crave such blasphemy
if I have never experienced it myself?
