The Loss Of Meaning Poem by Brittney Karasek

you replace these diamond-ground holes.
buried so deep, growing diseases; weeds.
your bones, visible.
bleeding and melting.
lonesome things.
lonesome things cry out.
in the sky, the fire.
oh no.
hope left here.
the ground begins to crack.
waiting.
we've all been cracked for so long now.
broken to the sound of our own thoughts.
thoughts alone.
and sinking, thoughts of home.
home is where.
is home.
where am i.
I am here.
haze lifts.
and the old grow cold,
and the young get stoned.
breathing fire,
disowning fate
and the fear of god.
of gods and glory,
you will choose.
of hope and laughter you will lose.