The Empty Chrysalis – Day 215, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

A chrysalis frozen in place for the rest of eternity.
A cocoon desperate to hatch a handful of regrets rather than spirited paternity.
A lifeless vessel adorning vanity more than selflessness opening the door to paradise.
We’re hurting deeply,
Aren’t we?
Too despise the thought raising children made me,
Cry internally.
Tears as salty as an ocean too dangerous to drink from without a chance of refurbishing a grin,
Most can only find in who they call family.
How saddening…
But,
I guess that’s how it’s all being undone,
Down to the last letter.
What we call ‘Gen Z’ seems appropriate while annihilation festers,
In their mind more than reproducing a loving community holding more value than illegal tender,
Many worship at all costs…
At what point did humanity get lost?
Can we ever retrieve what seems to be too far gone?
Can we ever close in on every inch we keep between connections once wrought,
Upon love we seem doomed to erase knowing how numb we’ve become…
I’d like to believe humanity will turn the tide most are drowning inside of.
But,
Who am I to claim anything?
As I end my days alone,
While choked by the thought of a wedding ring,
We now place around our necks,
Instead of a finger pointed at others who aren’t at fault like who we stare at when looking into our reflection…