Attempt

I tried
I really did
tried to connect my feeling through the physics of my hand to this page and write how I feel
summarise it all
about society and the idiocy of these commitments
the structural demands into which joy and precious will descend
whom to challenge is to face the unsatisfactory answer that it just is
what, ... this??
the 5 out of 7 days
8 of 16 waking hours spent clawing at the abyss of someone else’s apparent dream
the poets reference the humanity
and like any great tragedy, nevertheless accepted as normality, I ask where is the humanity of this notional damage to the self
the individual become a gear in the juggernauts of society
progressing their way to the obscene outcome of prolonging its decree
so what now
what of the commentary of this self referential therapy
challenge against a backdrop of dystopian activity
well I've bellowed
howled empirical agony of an entangled creature
thoughts dispersed in order it may lead to a semblance of peace; to no avail
but surely as burning suns, tidal waves
it came like a certainty in the quiet cognisance of my fate
then was whispered like the ducking of a disappearing cat in a breeze
tiniest voice of my remnant humanity
now you see