Aimless I feel like my back is breaking cracking like a mountain whacked by a comet slapped with lightning my veins are fire thoughts running a mile a minute like a suicidal freight train piloted by an AI that can't figure out the trolley problem that shreds all my darlings with its wheels of progress leaving my demons alive being gnawed from the inside out seeing everything I held sacred lost, torn, broken or scattered to the wind I'm aimless Jobless, homeless, penniless starving for food, purpose and affection equally not getting anything staring at my empty plate, nibbling on empty promises with broken teeth my shattered hopes and dreams my knife and fork bent and broken as useless and aimless as me… where do I go from here in these torn shoes and blistered feet I hear a messiah is giving a sermon on a mountain in a strange land I'll close my eyes and send my ghost over perhaps in my next life, I'll have a purpose then and be able to feed my heart, my stomach and my soul and thrive I just hope the earth isn't salted and barren where my ghost takes seed for an aimless eternity is better than an aimless life to me. Waqas Rabbani is a former Content Head at an advertising agency. He is a geek and loves all things techy. His work has appeared on many platforms, including New London Writers, Nation, Eye On Life Magazine, Green Ink Poetry, Clay Literary and NayaDaur.
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