Aspiring Writers Magazine Autumn 2007 Edition
Existential Angst
by: Sophia Trozzo
Sometimes I think,
this is all make-believe.
I pray for death to release me
of my barren cage,
my cynic's heart,
my nihilist's soul.
Sometimes I feel,
my thoughts could eat me alive.
I'll lay myself down in the middle of nowhere,
and beg to be the target
you'll siphon your violent wrath into.
Swarm around me and devour,
like a hundred vultures surrounding
a dead hog's carcass.
It kills to be alive,
knowing that death is the shadow
forever cutting off the light beneath me.
My insides are gradually rotting with every breath I take.
Tell me, if none of this is real,
why must I feel everything?
And perhaps I'll eventually realize,
it's just the price I pay
for delving too far in my philosophical quest-
for indulging in this internal struggle
and denying myself the simplicity of ignorance.
Sometimes I wish,
I wasn't open-minded to so many possibilities.
Try as I might,
I have never found complete certainty in one thing.
But I'm sure I'd prefer to die,
than feel I'm not truly living.
Yes,
every so often I need someone
with enough conviction
to enlighten me-
to prove my fears useless.
My grasp,
so tightly held to whatever
reminds me that my existence is substantial-
my life has significance.
Every so often I need someone
with enough strength
to get me to let go.
by: Sophia Trozzo
Sometimes I think,
this is all make-believe.
I pray for death to release me
of my barren cage,
my cynic's heart,
my nihilist's soul.
Sometimes I feel,
my thoughts could eat me alive.
I'll lay myself down in the middle of nowhere,
and beg to be the target
you'll siphon your violent wrath into.
Swarm around me and devour,
like a hundred vultures surrounding
a dead hog's carcass.
It kills to be alive,
knowing that death is the shadow
forever cutting off the light beneath me.
My insides are gradually rotting with every breath I take.
Tell me, if none of this is real,
why must I feel everything?
And perhaps I'll eventually realize,
it's just the price I pay
for delving too far in my philosophical quest-
for indulging in this internal struggle
and denying myself the simplicity of ignorance.
Sometimes I wish,
I wasn't open-minded to so many possibilities.
Try as I might,
I have never found complete certainty in one thing.
But I'm sure I'd prefer to die,
than feel I'm not truly living.
Yes,
every so often I need someone
with enough conviction
to enlighten me-
to prove my fears useless.
My grasp,
so tightly held to whatever
reminds me that my existence is substantial-
my life has significance.
Every so often I need someone
with enough strength
to get me to let go.
The above poem "Existential Angst" is the
intellectual property of Sophia Trozzo. All
rights, including copryright belong to Sophia
Trozzo
intellectual property of Sophia Trozzo. All
rights, including copryright belong to Sophia
Trozzo
Aspiring Writers Magazine is owned and
operated by Lavenia Ann Claman. All rights
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copyright. 1999 - 2007
All Rights Reserved
operated by Lavenia Ann Claman. All rights
belong to Lavenia Ann Claman, including
copyright. 1999 - 2007
All Rights Reserved
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