Pointless Poem

This poem is pointless

It is passive and primitive,

Provides no prosperity,

And produces no prospects.

How dare you demand I

Define my diction. While

Daily you drown out

Dread to deal with depression.

You can try tirelessly to

Trap my thoughts. But they

Totally transcend the typical

Understanding, trippy right?

Randomly you reach for realities,

Reluctant for results.

The rat race runs rampant in your mind,

As you realize, running is redundant.

You play game after game,

To gather great wealth.

Grateful for nothing, greedy for everything.

Good God get a grip girl.

It’s time to abandon abstract alternatives,

And accept the affirmative decision.

Always attempting to attain admiration,

You aggressively abuse those you adore.

Love is lame it is limp and lifeless.

It labels you and limits your potential.

Unless lucky enough to have a light in your life.

Love is a gamble likely to end in loss.

We watch wildly as our world weakens.

Our wide eyes weep as we wait

For the weight of the wasteland,

To wound our wonder.

We march like mild machines,

Making meticulous mistakes that measure our merit.

We melt into a mess as we beg for mercy,

For a mediocre life free from misery.

Jealously we jump from job to job,

Looking for joy without judgement.

Our minds are jailed in the name of justice,

And we have no jurisdiction to join the jury.

We battle our brains to beat beauty,

Begging to be believed in.

A broken breed from the beginning,

Is born bruised and bold.

My entire existence is an elongated ellipsis,

I extend myself to the edge of embarrassment.

I empty myself of every emotion,

Only to encourage my enemy to engage.

Constantly creating cages I conceal,

My complex complexion to avoid comparison.

When I feel close to clearing my views,

A cloud always comes.

He handles her harshly,

Hating her from head to heel.

He can’t hear himself when he calls her hideous.

Hopelessly she hides in a hollow home.

I am not pointless; I am a person of precision and persistence.

I am a dandelion dreaming of the day I become a daffodil.

I am a train wreck taking place in a terrible time.

I am a raging rebel ready to recognize resilience.

I am a gentle guardian who is grateful for his guilt.

I am an abomination to absent minded animals.

I am lost in the lies of labels.

I wander through the war between the wasted and the weak.

I make the world my metaphor to manifest a meaning.

I am jaded by joy, and just disappointed with judgement.

I am at the bottom of a brilliant building bursting with bliss.

I am eager to embark into an ecosystem of enlightenment.

I am a cruel case of cancer in a community of care.

I, am a human.