It may dull my life to ineffective stub with meaningless tasks
But you don’t have to feel to live, live to feel, to pass
As something human, humanity just a speck in the dust of stars
In the stains of galaxies, in the smears of universes, however far
You look into the world, pain is a mind game played by time
To be or not to be is the question that lingers on every mind
This question to the dead, by a lonely pessimist; is life just a trick?
To travel across life’s winding roads and find the end to be a cliff?
Drip inconspicuously into solitude by every single reflective tear
Until the walls take the rebound of harm, and to no longer fear
Of feeling the pain, the hurt, that dawns slowly on even a child
Whose path that led into the inescapable hole of the wild-
And ravenous age of poverty, to resolutely proclaim that life is luck
God rolls a dice and you deceived that you have a choice to duck
From the ill fated bombs that advance abruptly onto you
Only to find that a distraction to the massive wall you run into
To feel is only but a simple, complex trick by the magician of time
Just a confusing abstraction, distraction, detraction of the mind
To no longer feel is the only way to deal with the cards and the dice
That scatters itself on every passage and path in the table of life
In all this absurdity hope still glows within the heart, it’s unmistakable
That the heart seen like glass sometimes almost seems it’s unbreakable
You’d claw yourself to that hope but the mind in all its little follies
Strives to be unfeeling till the only remaining feeling is to be sorry
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Submission Name: Dulling, Dripping Into Unfeeling
