Life the solitary trek
Alone in the cacophony of things, people
Searching for solace, for reason
For purpose in the meanless cavalcade of experience
An abstract journey to empty dreams
Hopeless revelry with lost expectation
Questioning rational logic as the cycle continues
The pain becomes reason
As bitter souls pursue feeling… some feeling
Amour , enmity any feeling and failing
Indifference inundates the jaded heart
Withers the optimistic perspective
Leaving husks of people that aren’t living
Aren’t savoring moments of memory
That in youth beheld wonder in each encounter, in each breath
Now , the barren mindscape a monotonous repetitive grind
As one day replays
Again and
Again and
Again.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Lagrange Point of the Lost
Imagine a moment
Touched by thoughts
Coalesced in a manifest destiny
Of possible fates
In endless succession
Of mindless repetition
Redundant , mundane
A predictable instant
A daily propensity for
Empty actions
Meaninglessness in motion
A life in relief
Held frozen in a temporal state of
Now
Such is the monotony
Of the average
Man
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
