I am a victim of birth


I am a victim of birth,

bound to this flesh

to suffer a life I don't care to live.

I see the enormity of the cosmos,

my insignificance in the face of the great wheel.

Mine is a worthless tale,

vestigial to humanity.

I enjoy no great attachment

to life or the living;

God made me so, after all.

So why stay

when I can embrace the peace of death.

This loathsome "gift" renders my mind

weary, worn, and ragged.

I crave the silent solitude of the grave,

where this burdensome mind of mine plagues me not.

  • Author: AnxiousMane (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2021 16:44
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 35
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  • dusk arising

    WElcome to the human race, it's been the same for every one of us. But we grew up and joined in with society.

  • jark

    you should pleas read this piece by Albert Camus: it is what nihilism always reminds me of.. “I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”

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