No Matter

Am I really all that valuable?

No, I think I’m not

 

Is my small life worth fighting for?

Not half a rifle shot

 

Does any of this have meaning?

If it does, it washed away

 

Do any feelings anywhere

Have the right to stay?

 

Tiny bugs that crawl around

Scraping for a crumb

 

Blood under the fingers

That dig until they’re numb

 

Brains that fry beneath the sun

Searching for the why

 

Crawling, creeping, crying

As the world around goes by

 

Sleeping not so soundly

Through dreams that have no color

 

Like babies lying in the street

Screaming for their mother

 

Once a dot, a single dot

Among a trillion more

 

Stars that sit so beautifully

Above this caving floor

 

Nothing means, nothing says

Nothing is, nothing was

 

Nothing rises high enough

Or deep within the crust

 

It’s just a soul, just a bod

Just one small degree

 

None that matters anymore

To anyone; just me

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