goetry from cheikh .. part 2

Damn

and he said
DAMN. IT. ALL.
to hell with it.
the acquisitions, the inhibitions.
the goal racing, paper chasing game.
he was exhausted.
but an enamorous glow upon his life
kept calling him back.
to him, his life was like a CD.
it seemed that once he reached a certain point,
he'd relapse to where he first began.
haha, screamed his mind.
he follied in the whimsicalness of his
thoughts of this repetition.
but he failed to realize that his repetition
was not only repetition,
but a definition of the insufficient completeness
that he called his existence.
still whimsical?
it was as if he asked to be unfinished,
and tarnished in his vicarious living.
such despair! ha, what a joke...
the question was why so serious,
when life is so delirious
and you can't help but act cantankerous
in what we call citizenship.
his spirit felt bedraggled and disarrayed.
innocence lies in love,
but love lied.
and he's blind, and his ambitions benine.
sully him? but it's not his fault;
who would've ever thought
this earth would make him so obsene?
and wean him from his tuition.
rest assured, he wants revenge.
but the singes and the burns
only turn delight to scorn
and he hasn't even learned
from his own faulty transgressions.
maybe the cause was the repression of his fear..?
or the suppression of his peers.
because now,
he has no one to depend on,
and the world has spit on
him
and demanded he go to hell.
but little do they know
he's already there.