I want to feel

The way that words describe feeling

Laced throughout the books,

In nothing but mimic.

 

Yet the numbed pathos

Of childhood and the peopled chains

Hold me to a solid cynicism

Capable only of incapability.

Because every step towards acceptance

Is a footprint from humanity.

Receding like the tide.

Only to return in the night.

And recede again

With the crushed ambition of sand

Once the sun comes up again.

It retreats,

Back into the ocean,

Waiting.

TASTELESS TRUTHS by Corrigan Moran