The world frantically moving about going about the daily deeds of a person. There's nothing but rushing and haste in the atmoshpere. Blinded by the undaunting fear that holds us all, we continue on with our business. No one takes time to find the serenity that we all need to make it through. I see these things and I tag along with the routine. I feel myself drowning in the corruption that beseeches us all. I fall deeper into the daily habits of this world and lose a part of myself. I start to lose what truly makes me original within myself. I lose my essence. I trade it for the day-to-day rituals that give meaning to my life. Not truly knowing that my true meaning comes from what makes me special. Maybe I'll find my own meaning again. Maybe I'll find my original essence, the thing that made me who I am. Right now, I need time to myself with this empty void within me. Right now, I need to stay closed off.
Reason for writing:
Monoceras abute donrea asakite.-"Emptiness within one's own soul." -Book of T.Y.N.E
Birth sign: Scorpio
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