Goodby Forever Cerebral Agitation! Poem by Matthew Harris

Goodby Forever Cerebral Agitation!



Upon my deathbed, the quick flash of
one disappointment after another
brings tears to myopic eyes.

No need to restrain predilection
to make spectacle
of unfulfilled aspirations.

Death would be much sought
after relief from incessant
carping, fishtailing issuing
lacerations oppressing roaring,
undulatingagonizing consciousness!

Though averse to foregoing many splendors,
sans sensate existence proffers,
the tsunami stymying reachable quests
jackknifed human grist for élan.

Damn cursed adolescent stir
of anorexic echoes strangles attempt
to shake decades old mental
nemesis overtaking pleasure.

Quiet riot severed threnody vacuums
yearning zest for joie de vivre.

Thy beloved daughters (young adults,
when just yesteryear,
they gurgled happily
joyously lassoing merriment) ,
now on path of straight
and narrow self directed autonomy,
this dear ole papa bewails, decrying fate.

Hejams levers notching
reverence toward vitality!

A silent deafening sonic boom pounds
within corporeal essence,
when no role for fatherhood prevails.

Rather than take deliberate action
to cease livingsocial,
thine masterplan entails allowing fickle
finger of hate decrees demise
of this contemplative outlier.

Not for me any proactive suicidal measures!

The series of unfortunate events (which effect would set in motion cessation)must be NOT be intervened. This skewed paradigm necessitated investing lock, stock and barrel every mode to enhance thy body, mind and spirit.
Yes, the immediate scrutiny of the preceding paragraphs might prompt a reader to scrunch their brow and conclude how this philosophy of lifelessness seems quite contradictory, farcical, inimical...hypocritical versus attention to buzzfeed ding nutriment for mental, physical and spiritual well being.
No explanation can be offered. When a chance fluke impending leap off ridge unexpectedly whisks yawping aging baby boomer (which non intervention restated for emphasis)amidst crowded house of the culture club (net)teeming with billions of people, the indiscriminate essence of mother nature will NOT give a hoot!

Friday, November 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: qualities,reader,season,tragic,yearning
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