Moot Points
Moot points into a dark heart
Through typed words evil departs
Poems unleash the stirring inside
His inner hurt - feelings he can’t hide
Ventured into crevices of the mind
Death and loneliness sometimes he finds
Following him through trials of the soul
Unstable feelings of being muy loco
Random images spew onto the screen
To a virtual society freeing a vile fiend
A psychopathic killer in an alley released
Won’t his soul ever find silence and peace?
Suicide thoughts behind the words
Brain haze doldrums can never be heard
An original prose - a toxic thought keeps
Swirling above rocks, blindly he leaps
Statements in verse so irrelevant
Words by the wind of no importance
Should his whisper be remembered after he has gone?
Will the world say his point was moot, askew, and wrong?
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