words

this mortal vessel betrays you,
this temporary thing.

it has failed, broken,
you shout to quiet
the voices within,
the corrupt idols
of your own creation
that have made you this way,
your sad bastard way about.

where is the question now,
the lines of reason having
absolved the when and why
of all bearing,
where the meaning of this
mountain to ascend.

for all your words
they have left you here,
the world that love forgot
in this some bizarre dream
that you can never leave,
some negative coma
you can never shake.

-S.C. Martinez