#459 (behind the blinds)

This morning I have

rescued a wasp

from certain death,

her head about to

burst against unfeeling

glass, beating against

the unyielding matter

again and again,

nearly going mad.

I went mad today too,

and hid behind the blinds

locking out the world,

my freedom to seclude

myself always beat

the urge to become

a useful member of society.

about that:

how would you define useful?

reading, writing, like a maniac

touching as many souls

as you can, without

losing your own.

isn’t that useful,

isn’t that purpose?

isn’t that dedication?

© Matthias Grupe, 25th July 2018


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