walking from cloud to
cloud, drunk, watching
the condensation forming
above the world.
furrowing your brow, puzzled,
because you can't quite
make sense of the chores
you see performed
so far below. questioning
the reasons why so many
muddled lives are allowed
to roam freely.
why can't someone just rein them
in? who had the brilliant
idea of letting us destroy
ourselves this way?
fingers cannot point at god
he no longer exists in your mind.
abandoned long ago by
this benevolent being.
it's odd, how quickly you're
able to spiral out of control.
sliding down the ladder
you worked so hard
to climb. someone knocks
you off. never reaching the apex
is the motto that has
been tattooed into your
mind. your only hope is
to find a cushion to comfort
the blow. only naive people
expect more.
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