The Emotional Nihilist – Prose Poetry
He walks alone;
Drowning in himself;
His incompetence
His sorrows
His fears
All clouding his mind…
His choices
An emotional nihilist
Seeking hedonistic pleasures…
With a tip of the bottle
A pop of a pill
A flick of a flame
Addiction never surfaces as a consequence…
It’s a release
Sending the pain below
But it always floats back to the surface…
The soft lulling ripples
Turn to intense waves
And the monsoon repeats itself
Much like Mother Nature
It’s unpredictable…
I surprised myself reading back through my “road adventures” how many of them ended in a depressed voice. I was seeking a path away from sorrow.
It’s funny how that works. When I’m on the move for a long period of time I don’t notice it. But, once I stop and settle for a bit, those depressed feelings always find a way back to me. I am seeking a path away from sorrow, but it seems no matter how far I go, it follows me like my shadow.