Welcome to Volume 5 of Quickwords, my personal poetry series. Here’s a void:
| Cosmic |
| It is cosmic The weight of what we are up against The cold, unforgiving darkness of the void That cares not for who we are What we are It is ignorant without bliss against the plights of our passion It is impossible to fill it with our reservoirs of love Which seem infinite, yet are to it like a drop of water in the endless dunes of a long lost desert Yet, we try. It will always pain me to understand that the pain will forever mean more than the joy Yet I find the pain cathartic A jolting touch against the embrace of nothing It hollows my stomach and leaves me begging for the nourishment of happiness Either way, it is humbling to have even been given a stomach at all The void hungers, but in a different way How many days have I looked at the world both inside of me and out and dragged the chain of my mind’s gift Directly to its farthest length the Why of why we are? Is it to suffer? Is it to laugh? Is it to rage? Is it to fear? Is it to rest? Is it to experience? We are all addicts to the drug of life, a stimulant against a dormant, nonexistent consciousness How many days have I looked at the world both inside of me and out and pondered getting sober? No, I will indulge in my addiction I will be the world’s junkie passed out in heaps of trash in a grimy, murky, damp alleyway I will feel the pricks on my skin and the pulse of my blood and the tremor of my figure My stomach I will keep, even if I must starve But dare not make a gamble that I will not grow fat I will love my dearest one and share with her my soul and I will fight the call of the void the whispers that give you pain and a deceptive method to make it disappear Sobriety, no Oh, I will never be sober Never again Though there may be gaps in my doses I will do my best to shorten them Though I may hear the whispers I will do my best to silence them Though there will be pain I will not relinquish My addiction, my Blessed addiction I will not relinquish it to the void, to the nothingness It is cosmic The weight of what we are up against And so I scream into the void My voice trembles, cords quaking, tearing, with my ferocity And so I burn my body My skin withers, flesh smoldering, invisible, beneath the light of my flame And so I dance upon this mountain My bones shatter, muscles failing, smashing, against the earth And so I move this earth And so I shine a light And so I make a sound All in the cosmic, everlasting nothing of the void. |
