Afterimage
I found myself lost, wavering, and
scared
of the monster inside my mind.
It’s an afterimage, a blur, something that I cannot see.
I flee from the thought
Starting on a journey of pleasure and lust, anything to distract me from it.
Yet I find myself staring at it once again.
Was it always here, had it ever left?
I find myself wandering and wondering alone without anything in mind, yet I came across an answer.
I found society, secretive and tenacious, it’s uncanny almost.
An uncontrollable and unstable
ruler
of the modern world; constricted into a form, forced into my mind where it followed and judged.
This current world, molded into a biased figure that follows the ones who defied it’s rules.
A drowning figure, pushed to the brink and held;
our current society, our current world.
We are in a state of crisis without a haven, yet no one looks, no one notices.
And all around us, animals are changing and evolving
and humans cannot do anything...
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