PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I sit in my chair and travel the world with its spendor



But ultimately, I will have to return to a blank screen



Devoid of life



Nothingness



The nothingness that is the illustration of my essence



The blacknes that seamlessly resembles the congested concept of contentment of the outdoor society



A society that is shrouded with the villany of the extortion of labor, placing a thin line between man and slave, and the mindless praise of the shallow and egotisical



The depts of inner declinations are suppressed with the gratuitous smiley faces and "Way-to-go's"



Hope and optimism is nothing but a cover; they're only fragments of light in the inevitable darkness



Darkness, which is harmonious to the blank screen I see before me...