Alone

I look up to see nothing

but a blue canvas, dangling,

threatening to collapse over me.

Existence stalks me

as a gust of nothingness

reminds me of my

limitless journey.

 

Harsh rays of promised prospects

blind me of my content,

evoking envious sweat

to crawl into my view,

blinding me further.

Wipe away.

 

There it is!

My feet drag with every step.

as I get closer to being far.

Finally! Let me lay!

Shaded from

societal survival,

content in

Living in nonexistence.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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