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?
