FicWad

It used to be important
In the shapeless blur of people and thoughts and memories
That is my history, my past.
When everyone didn’t know everything
And the world stopped at the edges
And beyond it, who knew?

Everyone had one
Look after it, cherish it, and it will never die
Not even when your body lies
In a wooden box surrounded by ground
Company for worms and tree roots.
The immortal soul was everything
But I can hardly see why

Why they put such high importance
On a Freudian projection
When they had no proof or reason,
Save some squares of coloured glass set in stone walls

Why they lived their lives half comatose
Years spent in genuflection
For a future based on stories
Set in a paradise in the clouds

Why bother.
When I don’t know what it is
What it looks like, sounds like, feels like
If I have one at all
Why bother fight to save it
When I don’t know what I’ve lost?

Why do I speak when no one’s listening
Do I even make a sound?

Do I bother wake myself
To live that life
Waiting to be swallowed by the ground
Company for worms
As trees grow above me
Reaching for something
That I will never see.

So take it.
I don’t need it.
The endless stories of people long ago
Condemned for making a deal
I wish I could, get something for it
But who would want it now?