The Unknowing And Aware Poem by GEN Nelson

In the words of T.S. Eliot,
my world ends 'not with a bang
but a whimper'
Glorified is death in one's eyes
who's hope dies
and is reborn again into
a chance at free, freed,
freedom! unto my soul
and unto my hands
flies the flies of defeat and
glorious salvation! of dreams into
death and light and rescued from
a horrid sight
littered with a thousand bugs eating
wires and cords in a wretched night
'What do we know'
A statement, not question
Our knowledge is silent and
still, until after life where
all judgement by peers and
incoherent lies are cleared
from the slate we are born with
Tonight
I reach out for wisdom,
strength, and a chance at new
beginnings
A risk I am willing to take
A billion possibilities for why I am here
and I can barely muster one
Trust
in all the gods and faeries
to lead me out of my unrhyming,
uncoordinated,
too open-minded puzzle-poem
I let these ideas in
and out comes
profit?
And my demise
this pocket full of pills will be
my experience of a lifetime
I am guilt-ridden and
sorrow-struck
by the awesome power of
choice
But lift your head and open eyes
dear world, for this is your
murder, homocide
of a child in a lost
world across the ocean
Explosion! of willpower and tears that
fall faster than snow
But then again, in this labyrinth
of mirrored joy and
epic passion of the human voice,
What do I know?