Means Without Desire
by Ephriam Fosu
You Give Me Life
I live
I heard that you’re the Most High
And that you keep people above
Far above the urban skylines
So much higher than deep underground tunnels like the ones in Vienna
Heard that you’re sufficient. You’re perfect.
Well would you mind if I just ride on top of your wings?
You look pretty safe to me.
You give me life, make me survive
You give me breath
Two lungs and a chest
Oxygen and trees
You’ve given me all I need
Just promise me one thing.
Hold me.
My Name
My name is he who waits
I am used and displaced.
No one is coming
And no one will ever come
They will spout lies and tales of love and regret
But no one tries
I wait for them to care
My name is he who is lonely
Quiet and unseen
They are around me
I am alone
My heart shouts lies
Saying that I deserve to be here
I am lonely waiting for them to care
My name is he who cries
I am sad inside and in my mind
I cry at night for no reason at all
I feel pain and hurt but there are no wounds
I cry and am lonely, waiting for them to care
My name is he who bleeds
I bleed for those to hear my cry
I am trying to be free
I hear my heart say to me
Just die
I am bleeding, lonely and crying, waiting for them to care
My name is he who understands
What it is like to be alone
To be depressed and anxious
To be mocked and scorned for a thing I can’t control
I understand the pain you feel
When you are bleeding, lonely, and crying, waiting for someone to care
Indifferent
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essentially and eventually
the feeling overwhelmed her
left her floating
longing
needing something
anything
to force her life to take shape
maybe this would be it
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Hopelessly Lonely
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Loneliness: such a simple word but such a gut wrenching, tear producing emotion.
It’s Friday night, my son the light of my life sleeps beautifully beside me.
Yet what is this pain I feel so deep inside me
So lonely
So lonely
So lonely
Why do I ask myself why?
The tears keep falling, the dead feeling inside me keeps growing
So lonely
So lonely
So lonely
So many questions running through my mind
Is it me?
Am I boring?
Am I a bad person?
Did I do something wrong?
Do I deserve this?
So lonely
So lonely
So lonely
Morning is coming and the brave face arises
Still lonely
Still lonely
Still lonely
Whatever
Our efforts as our deaths
focus on all the accomplishments today
tomorrow's death then falls
one fears one’s own death then
Death is all one knows.
there are people who want to live forever
I presume this to be the biggest form of fear.
life repetitions in form
maybe way to new habits
new habits in form
new life repetitions.
the hope of humanity
is that one had learned from their past
effectively making no mistake twice
or not write the same story twice
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Boring.
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but who is anyone to stop others
from veering from hope
all is always circumstance
my choices available
mere circumstance to choose from.
yet not within reality my own fault to choose from.
just like the Christmas tree impressive, majestic
does not choose itself to go up every year
for a whole season.
so patient, we suddenly see
all angles.
I am everywhere.
and yet so i am in this human form
and life will come
because life is me and i am
everything and everyone
and no one.
no apathy, but whatever.