Poem – Monomania 

I continue to dwell on thoughts, as I have done since I was young

The thoughts of my past and present, the thoughts of the reality, the fabricated

The fixation on the obscure, all of which giveth no answers 

Trying to find solace, perhaps in a system that doesn’t exist 

And knowing that the obsession, forever mine, means nothing 

Can you bleed it out in order to make a case for your sanity? 

Hours lost in research, in curiosity and in deities, all that is worthless

Why conjure thoughts, hatred and love, based on only witnessing the nothingness 

The emptiness will tear us apart, once all is told through our lack of significance 

Consumed in the bleak, the bleak has consumed, nothing is left, but the grand adios. 


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