ok

Sun, 07/08/2018 - 23:58 -- HEC

is this ok?

am i ok?

is it ok that i exist?

 

always the questions 

that continue to persist

in the mind of mankind

 

always the struggle 

to overcome

to continue in a game

that i never asked to play

 

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is this ok

to not be ok?

 

the questions

 

to which that blank slate of a face that 

continue to face

on a daily basis

 

responds with

'of course

not'

 

the questions

 

to which the waning

failing 

mask 

on that horrid, hopeless

waste of space

face

 

responds with

'quit being

a burden'

 

the questions

 

to which that face

the face

of which i can never seem to escape

that always stares back

in the shard of the looking glass

that dangles on the bathroom wall

 

responds with

'it                                                      'you

      doesnt                          dont

                      matter'

 

but then

 

but 

t h e n 

 

that face is replaced with a piece of paper 

with eyes that cry ink

 

and these tears

begin to stream down 

in waterfalls

that descend upon the page

 

and begin to arrange in streaks 

and strips

and straps of

 

words

 

these words

that work wonders

 

the face 

becomes less visable

and less able to have the influence

to convince

my mind of what isnt true

 

because of these words

that were able to be released

 

is this ok?

am i ok? 

is it ok that i exist?

is it ok to no be ok?

 

the questions 

to which the words respond

 

'of course'

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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