An Existential Darkness

While gazing in that haunting human void,
Just East of Nietzsche, to the left of Freud,
Some thing beneath the shadows woke and swayed,
Its menace towards the mortal soul deployed.
Life’s nectar only oozes from its thorn.
The human mind, to seeking purpose sworn
Is marred by worldly chaos; raw and stern –
And in that spark absurdity is born.
A chilling truth into our being entwines
As nature’s callous handiwork designs
The only beast to contemplate its death
Inside the sordid boon which is our minds.
Thus to the panicked chattering of teeth,
A morbid fear which always ebbs beneath
The wicked blade engraved in our demise
That slithers gravely from its fatal sheath.


So grip the fading instant and arise,
Then set upon this world those shining eyes
See splendor in this existential haze,
For it may be our only paradise.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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