Most of the time
I cannot write
of what I see
or think
I feel but I do not seek
subjectively I am indeterminism
within a fatalistic mechanism of the soul
I observe, even participate
in the sacrificed logic
shedding
pale metaphysical tears
because the longer I live
so much more has gathered
about the edge
as more days go by
I begin to recognize
the happy truth
that I was
barely
here at all
I think your poem is wonderful..very well written,free flowing and leads the reader to feel.Thanks for posting and keep up the great work.
Thank you so much… it really flowed out and I’m glad it conveys that.