First of all apologies readers I've been a bit slack in recent months. This poem has been inspired by some recent events, I just couldn't help thinking how each of us is so separate from each other. This is how a person so close to us can completely collapse within themselves right beside us and we might be right there beside them, and yet a universe away from them.
It can be eerie how alone we can all be, ultimately it's up to each of to let our family and friends in. A bit of a grim topic, but if you know anyone close to you going through something or needing some help or guidance, my advice is to try and talk to them and try to work out what's going on and ask te simple question "how are you going?".
Lobotomy
We are all of us a fragile universe
Disconnected by time and dimension
Each universe barely touching
existing beside one another
we only see the fog
A smokescreen of the other
The mystery lost in morse code
The claws of oblivion may tear
Asunder a whole universe
A black hole condensing everything
Into a singular pit of despair
And like the forces of physics
The universes turn on their own wheels
Undeterred by our efforts and will to stop them
Spiralling stars will trail their beautiful destruction over the dark cold void spilling and converging and decintegrating
and condensing until there is nothing
No universe
Simply an eerie blank
Sheer
black canvas.
Lobotomy
