Welcome to day 25 of the 365 poem challenge.
Word of the day and title of our poem, Quintessence meaning "the most perfect or typical example of a quality or class."
Quintessence
He boarded
He did not look back
He could not look beyond
He could not foresee the failures
Of his time
He bid goodbye to those behind him
He bowed inward
He did not betray the
Nerves quaking through him
He sat in a waiting space
He hummed alone
He saw a stranger that looked familiar
He drew out his phone
A micro-world blaring in his palm
He disembarked
He was disembodied
He hardly knew himself
He was neither present not there
He had a vague blankness about him
His obscurity burst uncomfortably from him like a curse
He lay in a coffin alcove
He supposed little
He reasoned life was inconsequential
He hoarded his thoughts
Excitement and vigour flashed in his bleating soul
But it was temporary and
Casually lost.
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