Insignificance

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  1. Insignificance

    This Winter is cold,
    but it’s colder in my soul
    Bitter winds blow through it
    as it’s ravaged all I own
    I haven’t the strength
    to start over again
    I’ve been doing it
    since eternal woe began
    A person can only survive so much
    I don’t see the purpose in fighting,
    rallying,
    when all the time
    I’ve been merely dying
    another slow death in the world
    This place is far too complicated
    for me
    I used to be strong
    but I no longer see
    the purpose and meaning
    in all that we contrive,
    pretending we are alive,
    to pretend that we belong;
    We’ve been faking and usurping wisdom all along.
    We make up fine use of the notion
    that we are here for a reason,
    pretending that God cares,
    in His season,
    that God exists
    according to our small view,
    as if a mere Human in this wide expanse
    could comprehend
    how truly vast it is
    and how it ignores us
    A microcosm, that is all, that is we;
    How our lack of importance
    we’ll never see
    How it matters to us
    is all we be
    But those who seek truth,
    for all our disillusion,
    we are blamed
    for the confusion…

    FAL1
     
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Another work of genius!!:eek:hmy: :smile: But I"m so so sorry that your feelings are taking a turn for the worse. I wish I could DO something to decrease your pain...:sad:

    love,:hug: :flowers: :hug:

    least
     
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