How Alone Do I Feel Right Now?

How alone do I feel right now?

Beyond the exsistance and how everything came to be,
before the world, and the universe, and some religious
"witnessed" events...
 

I believe I am the spec of exsistance that was there, in that space
before all of it. Not of any importance or self dignity, which is
probably why I have none now, no atoms, cells, molecules, or
other scientific bullshit we make up to describe what everything
IS. Nothing really IS what it is. It's something so much more and
yet, we, as mere human-dominated mindsets, believe it to be
only as far as the eye can see, or the ear can hear, or the hands
can touch, not realizing the small, maybe even microscopic,
matters, occurences, or creatures, that are even there. Forgotten
from the world and only because we will it to be so.
I feel like those parts.
Not interesting enough for the human mind to research,
not eye-catching enough to be noticed,
not important enough to be considered 'sound',
and not seen to be touched...

I am nothing in a place of no exsistance...

Reviews

[fireblossom]

This poem is very sad to me. It tells the story of a smart human without foundation. Like the intellectual who can't define anything because that will limit her so she drifts alone and unattached.

If that is what you were reaching for you got it right on.

Very good writing.