Living.

Me vs the World

The Oligarch

I walked a quiet, lonely road, pondering my heart’s heavy load,
Heavy, like the groaning of older bells in a funeral mark—
Heavy, as he who’s lost his beloved, as he who has been shoved.
For my blood has forgotten me, and none shall hear me, not even a lark;
Even Earth has forgotten me and entombed me in its dark.
Death, life’s only oligarch.

As I approach the end of the lane, I turn and watch the moon wane,
Vanishing behind the clouds, just like I have vanished from call and hark.
None remember me as I see, for no one’s honored my last plea—
The plea to cremate me and spread the ashes upon Ganges’ stark
Shore—to be washed away with her current and join with her sharks.
Death, life’s only oligarch.

Finally, I turn and look at the door to my front, dark as a moor,
Which has not been tread through, always having night’s sleek and black.
Cautiously and slowly, I reach my hand out, pulling a door decidedly,
Opening the door to the final journey which I shall begin; no lark,
No fiend, no parent can stop me. I enter, finally to embark
Death, life’s only oligarch.

Now inside my never-ending home, I slowly draw the door closed.
Squinting these eyes of mine, I gaze in front of me like a monarch
Examining his army, scrutinizing its prowess and detailing
His next attack. For my turn has come to dazedly disembark
This ship of Life and enter Hades’ Realm and take an unending walk:
Death, life’s only oligarch.

Nothing hurts more than being lied to by the person you love most.

Nothing hurts more than being ignored by the person you love most.

Starting to get sick of life.