The Abstract Intellect
I cannot look at my face,
For it is odd and out of place,
Trying to be unique,
Staring at the walls,
It desires the world but wants to hide,
Inside the limitations of one's mind.
I cannot feel my heart,
For it is damaged beyond repair,
Beautifully broken and scared,
Of what it cannot control,
Submerging into grief,
Where pain commands the night,
And lives in a constant state of fear,
I cannot find my soul,
For it is lost in the shallow nests,
And doesn't know who to be,
It has forsaken more than life,
Now it cannot breathe,
The spirit of everything
Is dying in its entirety,
I am equal to the sum of my humanity,
The abstract intellect
Of who I could have been,
I am imperfection at its best,
For where I lay my head to rest,
It is a conglomerate of atoms,
Dancing in waves,
Creating the dawn of day,
Marching against the time.
