An opposites poem.
Life almost feels like a balance between opposites; life and death, good and not good, For the longest time, I wasn’t sure what to call this. Is it a poem about life and death. No! There’s more going on. It’s a poem about opposites. Here’s my first best opposites poem.
Everything & Nothing
I’m everything and nothing
For where do I belong
Everywhere and nowhere
Life feels like death
To me, and it seems
Death feels like life
If only I could disappear
Gone from this earth
And slowly reappear, in hopes of a rebirth
To free myself from this pain
In a world of no disdain
With pleasure and infinite gain
This fickle life of endless monotony
I yearn to be free from;
To be in a world of transient diversity.
This skin that I love and hate,
In its real and abstract fate
Was once brown, now black to date.
It seems the winners are losing
In a backwards upside down world
Where the losers are winning.
If I could turn back the hands of time,
I’d go back to the year zeros
In hopes of a restart and some new heroes.
To take everything from the every ones;
Some Robin Hood type shit,
And give something to the no ones.
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