Triumvirate

Of the three.

The cynic

The sage

The recluse.

Individuals

Ought not

Cross paths

As a typhoon

An eruption

Inferno

Calamitous.

In the living

Dead room

Volatile tensions

Fog of war

When bad and evil

Combine.

Recent events

Ripe with controversy

Gilded by underlying prejudice

A perfect condition

To culture

Infectious conflicts.

And between them all

An inveterate aversion

To the presence

Of each

Other.

In fire and brimstone

Of conflict and deception

Like the leaves

Of deciduous trees

Morality

Falls apart

And in the winter

The true image

Of humanity

Crystal clear.

The ethics of savagery.

What is morality

But a figment

Of human

Imagination?

Up

Leave

Walk

And behind a wall

Lean.

Between his teeth

Cold air seeped in

Crossing his arms

Ponder

Comprehend.

But he could hear

Fragments

When the lone wolf

And the fallen lion

Vicious disputes

Terrible.

None of his business.

In a bleak

Dark

Cruel world

A cold desert

Emotional thirst

Only quenched

By a mother.

Hunger

For a virtue

A footstep

To follow

The proverbial bread

Come from the breadwinner

The father.

Your brothers

And sisters

Rarest creatures

Unseen

But once

On the face

Of this damned earth.

Warmth

From the fiery hearth

That is.

A family.

Another wrong saying.

Homeless people.

Correction.

Homeless people

Have a home.

The correct term

Is houseless.

What is a home?

But it is

A metaphysical concept

A dwelling

Built not

From stone or brick

But from flesh and blood.

A hut

Is a house.

A heart

Is a home.

Family.

The only genuine existence

In a preposterous nihilism.

Without it

Nothing else matters.

Familial schism

Like a shattered portrait

Broken.

The next worst thing

To none at all.

But

Listen.

"...think I do not care about her?"

"...what is her worth to you, but based on her utility."

Ah, yes.

In this world

All men and women

Are intrinsically

Inequal.

Alternatively

All men and women

Are equal.

But some men and women

Are more equal

Than others.

Utility

Useful

Purpose.

If you ever feel useless

Just remember

Everyone has a purpose.

We are all tools

Users and used

And this world

Is but a big toolbox.

A man is neither good

Nor bad.

A man

Is either useful

Or useless.

Listen closer.

"...not disappointed with her. I am disappointed with what she did."

"...you fail to understand."

"...failed to save her."

Disappointment.

He could understand.

A form of prejudice

Stemming from expectation

Assumption

Presumption

But the only cure

Is disappointment.

He who expects nothing

Shall not be disappointed.

But that

Is what

We are.

Spectators

Of the grand play

In life.

Watch

Comment

Applaud.

Everyone

Is a part

Of the audience

And the cast.

Everyone

Is a critic.

Everyone has critics.

Even God has his atheists.

Fail to understand.

A critic must flank

What she cannot make.

Because everyone

No exceptions

Impose

Their own bias

Expectations

On each.

Even God has his commandments.

Even I.

Have failed.

I did

Did I?

Save her.

But

The longer

I live

On this cursed realm

Where the only solace

I found

In solitude

And books

Feeding on knowledge

Gathering wisdom.

The harder

Colder

Increasingly difficult

To feel.

As the mind grows

The heart

Withers away.

And he has forgotten

What that even means.

To save her?

Salvation

In the eighth circle

Is non-existent.

But let me try.

Reach must always exceed grasp.

Because what is Heaven for?