Aron Heroux

Existential Angst

I'm losing myself
in an absurd theater
of my own design

Howling thoughts
wake me from

Prometheus gave us
the ability
to destroy ourselves

This is pure

I hope it doesn't

Poem Submitted: Monday, December 11, 2006
Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 8, 2010

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  • Nathan Strange (12/11/2006 6:10:00 PM)

    I like this one too, it's full of mighty wrath. I'm picturing this huge bald headed guy with a gold tooth launching off his very bar stool and randomly shouting these words out to everyone in the pub! Great poem

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