Poem # 24

There's a kind of hunger that drives you,1

A love that hurts you,2

A loneliness that consumes you,3

A pain that makes you laugh,4

An anger that gladdens you--5

A happiness that empties you.6

What are we doing in this big wide world? 7

Going missing and coming back angry,8

Losing ourselves in books we wish were real?9

In a universe where only humans exist, 10

Not even WE are present. 11

Where do we come from, a distant planet among the stars?12

Is this some Holy Test of God,13

Or is this a work of divine PROVIDENCE?14

Are we being watched?15

Certainly we feel like screaming at the cameras,16

Even though we don't know if there's anyone on the other side.17

I don't understand,18

Yet I feel like I'm the only person in the goddamn universe who knows what's going on.19

I talk and talk like some 20

Crack addicted martyr,21

But only I can hear myself.22

I'm fading away with the stars,23

But if you find it within yourself to search for me 24

Before I'm totally gone, 25

Maybe you'll find me on Providence Street.26

Author notes

Meh. I only posted it 'cause the pichure went perfectly.

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  • Lachrymose.
    October 17

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    OH NOOOOES! *RUNS FRANTICALLY TO A MAP TO FIND WHERE PROVIDENCE STREET IS* NO FADING AWAY WITH THE STARS!! I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!

    But, this poem is kind of like, AMAZING, and I want to keep it in my box of sparkly trinkets foooooreeeeveeeer.