The Great Twitch

A poem I wrote after reading All The Kings Men in English class. Its a reference to the Great Twitch and the spider web that Warren talks about in his novel. (Also Warren is a fantastic writer)

If life is only Warren’s Twitch

Then why can I not scratch this itch?

I have a need for something greater

Than someone else my navigator.

If I am simply a reaction,

Why is there so much inaction?

I want to catch the ball of life

But it pierces like a knife.

I lay bleeding and confused

About this world to which I’ve been fused.

He says the world is a big web

That I disturb when out I tread.

How long will the slow poison take

To numb my mind for my own sake?

These thoughts stem not from my own mind

But all ideas are intertwined.

In a world full of reactions

We are solely adaptations.

As a people of reflections,

We are only imitations.

Where’s originality?

The Twitch writes off morality.

Now what is left when we are done?
Just Twitch and me, and we are one.