A shadow of what once was

A tear in the tender cloth woven through the fabric folds of existential consciousness.

In other words, A discarded entity.

Someone within and yet without.

Stuck inside the muck and mud of the ever growing ego within until the two poles which once held open the entrance break and fold onto each other leaving everything and nothing meaningless.

No ego,

And yet no life.

No fire within to propel our thoughts into forward motion.

We are left with nothing but the pleasures to make us feel just once more what it once felt like to be alive.

To be a part of the inner circle of fools we once thought below us.

And yet they sit and laugh and live on inside the bubble.

Not ignorant, but accepting and aware.

While we stand out in the rain and slowly rot away.

Trapped out by our own desires and needs.

Our animal instinct alive inside us,

Our feelings of love, of hate.

Our humanly desires, dreams.

All concealed and held at bay.

Seduced into a trance of forgetfulness.

Drawn away from the aspirations we once held so close to our heart.

Imprisoned by the silver spoon and needle that once seemed like the viable exit off the interstate road.

Held captive by the white capsules the FDA once claimed to be of help.

We stand out in the rain and slowly rot away.

Forgotten by society as a whole.

Winked out of existence with nothing but a birth certificate and an empty wallet to our names.

A tear, in the tender cloth woven through the fabric folds of existential consciousness.

In other words. A lone wolf, with no prey to stalk in the dead of the night, and no litter of cubs waiting for the meal to come. And yet the wolf keeps stalking this invisible deer. Knowing in his heart that he will remain hungry and that his litter of cubs, will die waiting for his return.

We sit and we wait for happiness to come to us.

We sit and rot in the rain, shielded away from the pleasures and joys of the outside world.