I have come to the realization
And I look down on you
Cross-legged
(Cosmos on my tongue)
Sitting underneath that tree
The black void behind me
This wasn’t meant for you
I’m not meant for you
And I’m like the universe
Indifferent and lifeless
Spiralling, I see every path leading to you
Non-existent
Stranded, the gaze follows you
My voice is held, and it screams
“I’m not it.”
It’s someone else’s voice
The actions of someone else
You are a stranger
Trapped in a room between insignificant
Infinities
Vertigo…
That paralyzes you white
And makes you into that special shade of purple…
That’s how it gets you
And that is why I’m calm
I see locust eat the grains
I observe them with indifference
I’m not to be noticed
I’m not to be disturbed
I’m only here to observe
The Chaos.
© A.R. Minhas 2017
Wonderful (I like sad poems) 🙂