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Nothing
Janice Coon
Why do I exist?
No reason.
Why no reason?
Because this is what I have decided is true and besides I know I am virtually useless.
Why am I useless?
Because I have no heart and barely have a brain.
What happened to me?
It's too hard to explain and too hard to discern where reality ends and where imagination begins.
Is there a way back?
Maybe I don't want to go there because all of my hopes were false ones and all of the people I loved and trusted turned on me. Even God has become non-existent to me.
So, where do I go?
Forward.
Where does the past go?
It is already forgotten and meaningless to me. I will never remember it clearly ever again. Like it never even happened. Like I have been reborn without a soul.
What next?
I have no idea. Hopefully I can get rehabilitated and start life anew, with a brand new soul.
Is that even possible?
I think so.
Does this poem have a point?
Everything in life is pointless. Some things are just more well-disguised then others.
Janice Coon has published since joining on 5/10/08. Read more of Janice's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Janice's latest works: