Poetry

Slip

Written by Jacob Ibrag

You’re not supposed to know. Yet you dig deeper.

Layers. Concrete under concrete. Boundless. More of the

same. You forget why you started in the first place. It becomes

routine. A thing you do when there’s nothing. And then one night,

the ground begins to shake. It completely deteriorates. You slip and

realize that it’s a bottomless pit. Falling. Failing to see the point

to any of this. You were never suppose to understand.

Spectrum, stripped. You’ve become a part it.


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19 comments on “Slip

  1. I’m about to start studying Philosophy and Theology at Oxford in October, and I can definitely relate to the feeling of getting bogged down by constantly searching for answers to unanswerable questions. However, I think there is use to asking these questions, because ultimately, after the confusion, I believe there is a sense of clarity ūüôā

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  2. Explore Life

    This is really good

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Wow. I feel the falling.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Wow, nice work…

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Beautiful poem

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