Autistic Wonderland

I desire not glee nor agony, but rather to be nothing . . .

Never will I stand before the deities

nor will I have to confront the devil's scepter

but rather trance myself in purgatory

without a stain nor blessing ever

silence echoes in my eardrums

but that is of no concern

for I have no fear had heaven's harps been strung

or perhaps the sinner's company be yearned

instead I venture the open abyss

as everything yet nothing worth to see

my anxious existence shall no longer be missed

for I am finally nobody yet everybody

Author's Note

Inspired by Autistic She by aromatic-moon.
Photo courtesy of mr-twingo of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[The Turk]

Beautiful poem. It says a lot about a depressed someone who feels like nothing but everything. Great Poem