Cold Front - Poem
A story of the state of this world and it begins within yourself.
Being numb to the beauty of life and of the self is like being lost in the desert. How can you know which direction to go when the concept of direction itself eludes you? Everything once concrete and coherent turns into formless abstractions of things you understood a lifetime ago.
There is an ever growing quiet loneliness at the base of his being, he’s aware of this sense of separateness, he’s aware of his false truth but continues on a path of wretched destruction. One of hopelessness and despair, of self-hate and hate for others. His fragmented self is an entity with a mind of its own, it seeks to kill, dis-empower, dismember those not like him and even those who are. Filled with so much emptiness, but inside the emptiness is a rage of a thousand silver moons, cold and abandoned.
He seeks out to make everything as separate as he is. He doesn’t remember that this world gives birth to bright, untouched beings. Little beings that have such a vast amount of love that is often unlearned as they grow old.
Written by: Phoenix Rising Blog H.Z















