The Weight of Being By Anomaly

 


The Weight of Being By Anomaly

I wish I had not been born at all,
This world feels like a narrow hall—
Walls of silence, breathless air,
Toxic roots that do not care.

I walk among the faithful crowd,
Their mouths speak love, their hearts too loud.
Empty prayers and borrowed grace,
But no true kindness in their face.

The structure of this world is tight,
A cage too small for my inner light.
I do not fit, I never will,
Among those who shout but remain still.

I fill my mind with words of gold—
Philosophers, poets, truths untold.
I try to paint life beautiful, bright,
But it fades again by evening’s light.

And every night the silence screams:
Is there a God behind our dreams?
If He exists, then where is He?
Did He abandon souls like me?

Why must we suffer, break, and bend,
For such a short life, such a bitter end?
What kind of world builds joy from pain—
A fleeting sun, a drowning rain?

I don’t want to live in pretense and lies,
Under cold heavens and hollow skies.
Yet still I breathe, though lost I seem—
Carrying the weight of being...
...with a heart that still dares to dream.

—

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