Lack of Ethereal Silence


I will not deny my constant paranoiac state

for that will just prove that I am paranoid.

Perhaps I will never know the name of this disease.

Nor will I know if it is physical,

let alone fatal.

 

There is a man who you do not know very well,

although he knows the possibilities of you.

This is a person that you admire and respect, someone

that can give to you another chance to see;

and yet you already realize certain things because of your age.

Your youth allows you to be cordoned off from being closed.

You realize that the world may not end for everyone,

but that each world will end for each when each person passes.

Or what if that is not because of youth,

but because of some distant thought,

that somehow survived from a redundant former life?

 

 

And when that demon you encountered in that sage-toned forest

told you that you have already been, and you will be again, but that you will be the same,

and that you think you choose freely, and may choose freely, but it will all still be the same

would it matter?

 

Or is it just some kind of metaphor

another aphorism told to teach.

It is something that reveals the gravity

of each situation in order for you to strive to live carefully.

I fear that this journey will be short.

And that I will will never be able to fulfill enough.

This may be a reoccurring waste.

 

I am afraid that the speakers in need of attention will get exactly what they desire.

And have I not feared this lack of attention myself?

What does that make of me

my words?

I long for meaning as they do. Yet the difference is:

I long to be the voice of the insignificant.

Does the loudest voice have the quietest mind? At times.

And is there a notion of pain that is the same to all? If there is not, then the world ends every day.

Urban Vegetation

About Sean William Lynch
Sean William Lynch is a poet from New Jersey who was born in 1992. Lynch's first book of poems "the city of your mind" was published in 2013 by Whirlwind Press. Frank Sherlock, the poet laureate of Philadelphia, called Lynch's debut poetry book "visionary." CA Conrad claimed that the book was "marvelous!" S.W. Lynch's writing has been featured in numerous publications online and in print, including Milkfist, Poetry Quarterly, and Tincture Journal.

8 Responses to Lack of Ethereal Silence

  1. I really found that ‘everything’ in your words. Expressed in such a profound and revealing prose. “You realize the world may not end for everyone, but that each world will end for each when each person passes”.

  2. “You realize that the world may not end for everyone, but that each world will end for each when each person passes.” This is exactly what I’ve tried say before, less concisely. You said it.

    This is also one of the best things I’ve read in awhile.

  3. kindlethefirewood says:

    You write thoughts beautifully. A sense of poetry in prose. Brings up some interesting discussions as well. Especially love the photograph you put with it.

  4. “I fear that this journey will be short. And that I will will never be able to fulfill enough. This may be a reoccurring waste.”

    However long, the journey is always too short and we never fulfill enough. The trick is to just keep putting one foot in front of another. Somehow, we do touch another, whether we know it or not.

    Otherwise, this piece is beautifully written and I look forward to reading more of your work.

    Lastly, thank you for honoring me with a follow.

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