sad boi poet

-no I am not

have you been [insert gender]?

-no, I have not

will you be [insert gender]?

in this everlasting, everstreatching

life span of out world.,

of our solar system,

of our galaxy,

of our universe.

Are we on the beginning,

climbing the mountain.

Or have we peaked in

the middle.

Or it could be we

are sliding down

to the end.

Or, maybe, we have

arrived at the

when you realise your

escapism no longer works,

when you realise your job you

thought you have loved for years

is now

boring.

repetitive.

mindless.

When you think about what you had accomplished,

Where you started and your path to now,

And where are you going, and you wonder.

Was it truly worth it?

Was all this time,

All the effort,

The pressure you put on

Yourself worth it?

That point in time for me is now.

It was then and will be tomorrow.

It is everyday in this mindless,

Who were we then?

When this world was

at peace,

at conquest,

at war

and beyond.

Who will we be,

next whose will be.

Is it time to move on,

to be free of suffering,

of pain and strife and ruin.

Is it time to be free

of love and truth and fantasy.

Who will we be,

Mr Potato Head?

what was too unfold?

A pink and gray gallah

so high, so low

a tiny garden shrew.

So high, A sudden dive,

and now a little shriek,

who I can hold hands with

Who am I inside?

Who am I outside? - of the social constructs we,

as a society, have made.

I'd still be me,

if we didn't have the words,

for 'asexual' 'aromantic' 'nonbinary'

But would it be better off,

if we, as a society

had not made so many

it exists at my fingertips,

just barley their,

like nail polish.

It's been there for so long I

have forgotten when it first arrived.

It goes on and out,

the tide growing stronger and weaker

around me.

It helps me find solace in my life

a gentle calm in the 21st century,

where countries are still being invaded

as they refuse to trade,

and there are still dictatorships

An iridescent shimmer is showing me

The black on my right middle

White on my left

And a yellow one with black

It hasn't been intentional,

but life has been

drifting on and I've

not had the moment

of being bored.

But now I do,

I get to sit outside

in the trees with a breeze,

while the dog, Kipper,