Questions At Night
The questions that come in the reflective moments
As you try to shutdown your universe
Are the ones that impact your universe most
Have I made the right choices?
How could I have been so blind?
How could I have been so cruel?
Food First, Then Morals
Is what they say
Food however takes many forms
You have to feed a fever, a hurricane, a tornado, a vacuum
And I fed the empty void created by the Krakatoa explosion
of my self actualization
And the vastness of the empty space that needed filling took 200 days
Of manic hurricane intake and soul feeding
the gale of a gale wind of my soul’s hungry vacuum
Causing those closest to me lose their footing
And be pummeled by the shrapnel of my gluttony
Also the indifference of my primal focus on satiation
So who is the true me?
Both I am beginning to think because my definition
Seems to change depending on my mood
Or my needs.
Real, perceived, or manifested.