Pessimist’s Lullaby
A poem
Longing for the bliss
that comes with darkness
brought us everywhere
everything
today.
Parallels bring no joy
in real life or history.
So smash all your mirrors,
mysteries, and missions,
tally up your misfortunes
then hide from them
six feet away.
It would be so bearable
if we only had two senses.
It would be so bearable
to live in future tenses.
Running from the smoke
into the fire.
Hiding from the burden
beneath the pyre.