Abstract Reality

I know am supposed to care
but I simply don't.
I know am supposed to feel
but am numb.
They say to me listen
but my ears have turned deaf.

For I seen disheartening sights
when my neck wouldn't turn.
Heard words that repulse
and to the core burn.
When a flame turns to ashes
and the hearth is cold.
When love turns to spite
and a mother's lap is no longer a respite.

When I reach out to the sky
but to feel vast emptiness.
Tried to hold on
but still witnessed life's dreary abyss.
When religion is a lie
and your fate decide by a die.
And yet still I try
for its unbecoming of a man to cry.

Salt and Pepper

Spice it up
Dice it up
Nice it up
My salt and pepper.

Like the queen of Sheba
Makes a wise man lose it
but never my temper
A sneeze, ablaze
A squeeze, a shake
Of my salt and pepper.

If without my life bland
if too much, for sure doth burn.
A pinch, a breeze
Is all I need
From my salt and pepper