The enigma

The enigma.
The enigma that pushes my spirit into an everlasting dungeon.
Only enough shown for people to see the things that they don't like so that they can have a reaction based on a stigma that they were socially conditioned to recognize.
A fatal attraction.
Or, perhaps, an adverse reaction. 
A moment of peace becomes a distraction from a society that is as nieve as it is devoid of meaning.
A way to feel good for a moment but a disease that will kill me in the long run.
Some kind of contraption.
A contraption made out of a compilation of my own thoughts and obsessions.
A web of lies and also truth but now way of telling which is which.
A discrace.
I feel like I'm a discrace to the creator and to my ancestors.
I feel like God has abandoned me because I have pushed God away.
I frantically try to grasp every rock that I can in order to keep from falling off the edge of this cliff.
A caged animal.
Trapped by my own mind.
Its complicated.
Hating the people I love and hating the ones whom I've hated.
A plethora of meaningless bull shit with no answer this life is.

Written by Francis Michael Clark
Posted on 05/15/13