The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Oct 22, 2003
Of A Supervising Adult
Artificial
Light leaks from her world
As her parents' voices fade and doors close
In the house she suffocated herself in.
She tries to weave what's left
Into an inky snapshot, but
Threads exceed fingers.
The difficulty, she'd swallowed, would lie in the honesty:
Plagiarist voice in a teen aged brain
Citing the Impossibility of Daring.
No thoughts
Relinquished to the tangible pulse
Taken for purpose
By
Pseudo-philosophical arteries,
Definite. Plentiful. Permanent.
Cannibal absolute
Leaves victim to
Not meant to be
Scared writer.
Now,
My words chain'd by English,
I admit to my confessor
That I am ignorant. Unable to control
The flow of cathartic exo-conscience.
I know
Screaming is not Singing,
But it feels
real...
The light drains away without a gurgle, leaving only stars.
The scars,
Meaningful in their unimportance,
Are lost to the singularity.
Should I sell the pen and buy bulbs?
