DIAGONAL

A Poem by naomm

everyone is talking in the same diagonal way
slowly distorting meanings
creating expressions that will never hold up
against the past
words should never run out
but when imagination lacks
and the final fantasy fades out
there’s not much left
just stage marks and scratches
witness to a performance
that never saw the light of day
because endurance is hard to find
and a collective hard to keep 
decided to do it on your own
no constraints
no strange voices chiming in
no eyes set on the price
does your soul and heart suffice
name any price
i haven’t been entertained in a very long time
pure bleakness
bland light
washed out by the brown 
by the chatter
every tuesday a new picture
and different protagonists
if life is a mere tragedy
and this earth is made of paper
why do I still exist ?