Cold Encasing
What use is there to be anywhere up here?
Is it really a monument of sacred wonder?
For it is no better than to be anywhere, at last, myself
Feeling scared, sightless, hopeless, an empty self
For what use is it to be able to listen when you’re not heard?
It tallies in meaningless hurt, groundless and blurred
Every move by another is tantamount to a deceptive slur
Why am I here? Carrying my body whose harm I do not incur
The sight of a mirror haunts with pristine reality
To view myself in it, yet I still am without it
Who is there to sway their wishes on towards my way?
A lost cause, an endless pause, and without applause
Of a world that never will be and never was
Michael Aquilina 05.09.2023