Poetry Monday: The Dead Culture

Wandering through the day
With a glazed over look in your eyes
Empty glass orbs guiding you
But you don’t know where
And you go for fear of standing still

Movement makes you feel alive
But the cold, blank stare never leaves
People say hello and all
You can do is offer a stare in return
Small talk drains you

Seeking distractions to forget
If you don’t think about it
Then it will go away of doesn’t exist
This might treat the symptom
But the cause is ignored

It’s becoming a subculture
The depression and anxiety of millions
Creating the dead inside movement
There are not enough jobs to provide
Everyone a life with meaning and fulfillment

I believe everything happens for a reason
But what’s the purpose in this
What can be gained from so many zombies
Wasting away any potential which
They have no way to utilize

I wonder why there aren’t more
Reports of suicides
Or are there so many it’s impossible
To report all of them
When does the suffering end

I dream and hope for something better
But it’s difficult to maintain hope
So I push forward growing more and more empty
Pursuing something I’ll never achieve
To distract me from the darkness inside

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Poetry Monday: I’m Dead Inside; How Are You?

I sat at a coffee shop
Ignoring the world
Like I do and 
This guy asks me

“Do you know who’s sitting here?”

I think he points
To the chair next
To me
And I stare at him
Confused and irritated

I want to say
I’m sitting in all four chairs
At this table
He looks homeless
And I want to tell him
To leave or go away

He gestures again
To a couch and laptop
With no owner

“Oh! I think he’s over there.”

He wanted to use an outlet
And he probably thinks I’m an asshole

I often struggle with human interaction
I sometimes don’t know
How to people
How to human

I float through each day
No expression or excitement
Hating when others
Talk to me
Hating when others
Come close
To me

I should just wear a sign
So everyone knows
Why I’m an asshole

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.