top of page

My Own Wake (A Dark Poem)

Updated: Feb 7


The following poem is in memory to a certain boy's horrible demise!


His classmates said they would not care if he... died.... and... When I heard of him, dying at the age of 13... certain memories awoken.


It was in that age when I philosophized. An attempt to answer a great pain in my mentality. Maybe to this day, I try to heal this wound. The wound of worthlessness.


Not for the faint of heart, sorry. At the same time, not really sorry. Figure of speech.


R.I.P. Elroei Ben Shabat. They said they would not care. I never met you, but I do care.


I am no sociopath!

***************************


My mind,

Like a crazed driver,

Anything's a path,

For my kind.


(Pause)


Solitude of worlds!

Unvisited, forlorn!

I no longer wish,

To make, my own!

For I have grown!

Myself, has shown!

An infinite climb!

To an abstract throne!


And-despite-my-fatigue,

I-have-energy,

To-stir-and-cause,

A-global-intrigue.

Who's-to-say-vigour,

Is-purely-decided-by-physique?

Despite-my-cane,

I-can-still-beat!

The-former-Rubinshtein's,

Delusional-seat.

Armed-with-caffeine,

I-don't-want-to-give-in,

To-that-small-corner,

She-tried-to-put-me-in.

For-this-prison-of-a-body,

(How-can-it-be?)

Doesn't-host-a-nobody!


Solitude of a million worlds....

Distant, voices left unheard....

I can understand their sorrow...

I care for their sorrow....


A thought in my way,

In sadism it says:

"You are not relevant,

"Not even imminent!".

Hear what I have to say,

For I embraced the ache!

No topic, can truly avoid,

My own wake!


ANYTHING THAT MOVES

CAN BE PHILOSOPHIZED

INDEFINITE SIZE,

CAN BE ACTUALIZED!

Hear what I have to say,

For I embraced my ache!

No topic, can truly avoid,

My

Own

Wake!


(Pause)


...A thought in the way,

In sadism it says,

"You're irrelevant,

Not even imminent..."

No reason to return,

Forbidden to despair,

No reason! to! Not learn!!

Hear what I have to say,

For I am one with my ache.

No subject, can avoid,

My own wake!

Millions of worlds,

Their voices unheard.

None truly,

Desired, and yearned.

I hear their cries,

Their inevitable demise,

Black holes and comets,

Prevent them any rise.

They're stardust in the skies.

Families in their cries.

They didn't care when he committed,

Suicide.

I won't be him,

I won't be him,

Won't let this fallacy,

Win...

70 views0 comments

Comments


Tomasio A. Rubinshtein, Philosocom's Founder & Writer

I am a philosopher from Israel, author of several books in 2 languages, and Quora's Top Writer of the year 2018. I'm also a semi-hermit who has decided to dedicate his life to writing and sharing my articles across the globe. Several podcasts on me, as well as a radio interview, have been made since my career as a writer. More information about me can be found here.

צילום מסך 2023-11-02 202752.png
bottom of page