dread.A Poem by seth baumanthat feeling of dread, especially shapeless/due to depressiondread. it wraps itself around you, a scarf around your neck. uncomfortable at first, but over time it makes itself at home, the itching goes away, and you're cold without it. dread. shapeless, a vapor, yet solid enough to hurt when you hit it head on. dread. walking up a down escalator, cliché. not an escalator in a parking lot, or a nice hotel, but an escalator in an abandoned mall, uninspired, uninspiring, home of memories but completely forgettable, remembered but not missed. dread. feelings, tangible but lacking. their weight perceptible, conceivable, valuable but without a buyer. dread. a cold night in a lukewarm place, could be better, could be worse, neither a comfort. dread. apathy, loathing without fear, filling space but not occupying it. dread. a finite existence, directionless, uncertain, without meaning.
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Added on December 12, 2016Last Updated on December 12, 2016 Tags: dread, existential, depression Author
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