Being Poem by GRANT FRASER

Have you looked
to the very end
of eternity,

where the great
big blackness of time,
envelopes the entire mind?

Why so dark 'human? ',

and you who claims
to live in the light...

laughing and joking
about the whole world,
like it was built up
to serve your purpose,

screw it all,
if all they think
about is what they can make?

this human heart you gave us,
chunk of lead!

should feel something more!

you kick it to ****!
take it back!

wrong one - wrong one -

not me, not for all infinity,

I've had to break away
the very name you gave me,

to see that naked staring
broken down being inside...