Insignificant Non-Existence Poem by Katherine Graven

Tick tock,
the relentless sound of grand-father time
Turning disillusioned memories
into poisons bittersweet wine
Stealing away years, months, hours, days
Sinking my mind’s visions deeper
into a murky, watery, burning haze

My so called life
is far from being pleasurable
Love
I cannot feel is immeasurable
This blackened, hollow, tattered
straw bucket call life
Over flowing
with my life’s reward
of broken promises and unwarranted strife

Hellish cold depression
is crawling on my skin
Breathed into life’s hellish breath
from my father’s and mother’s
unforgivable sin
Searching for a wound
that has yet not healed
Trying to inject its poison
while prying into
this
oozing scab’s seal

Sharp shards of ‘Glass’
rips within my soul
Pulling me into the dead-man’s
walk down death row
No worthiness is within
this briary ‘Bush’ of my existence
Only leaving me in my own
insignificant non-existence

Now this unwanted opportunity
to rediscover my enter self
in this blackened reality
has been openly revealed
Will I know her haunting
when she has lost the fear to be seen
I don’t know
I think my hellish fate in life
has already been sealed

For to save my lost sanity
from its own demise
I will go on pretending
and live soulless lies
Living within
The means of
someone else’s life.

Or

Insanity will be my demise

written by
Katherine Kay Graven
November twentieth two thousand six