A Certain Sort Of Loneliness

An Unfinished Poem

A poem that Emil doesn't particularly like and doesn't have the energy to finish nor finesse.

He wonders if that isn't a metaphor in itself

He wonders if that doesn't make it a masterpiece

and perhaps,

the reason

the sky

opened

was not because they asked -

but rather

because

the sky never

listened

and would never

answer

and so,

they found

(both the sky and the people)

that their actions were not

for nought

and neither were they futile

nor useless

at all

but rather, (burnt down to)

the reality

in which they had found

they never had a choice

(no choice at all)

short and probably makes little sense - mostly serves as a segway of sorts that might make more sense later on (or not depending on how/if i work in specific themes)