The Nihilist Poem by Taylor J.S Reynolds

Unwavering in my love and
Consistent in my morals.

I am everything expected of me
Yet nothing expected of me is desirable,
I am the rest.

I am one amongst many.

I am not perfect but I am not my
Mistakes.

To a few
Maybe my presence is special
But there are far too many of us
To think I am anything but
Everyone else.

To who is the
Slug on the morning walk
Special?

Is the fisherman's 8th catch of the day
Anything but scales and bone and meat?

We are what we want each other to be
But are we who we want to be?

All we leave for our
Children
Is plastic
Death
And waste.

Maybe we'll leave them
A few numbers on a cheque,
Or the family heirloom nobody wants.