Chris Milne Writes: Poetry, Philosophy and Essays

Written Approx.: May 2020

I’ve been consumed recently,
So much so, I’m blinded: I cannot see.
I am into the nether, the depths of anguish 
I cannot escape this despair, perpetual languish. 

I have been rocked by the power of nihilism 
The void of meaning, in this existential prism
How can I construct meaning and value out of this universe?
When all I see is futility, and suffering; is consciousness a curse?

Trying to drudge on, to continue to fight
When really, all I dream of is to take flight
To escape, to take up arms and end this feeling
It feels like I’m constantly losing a layer of defense: I’m peeling

I’m not sure where my path will lead me
But I know I need to break free,
Fight this feeling, find the light at the end of tunnel
Or I’ll spiral away, wither down, into the nihilistic funnel