My existence

[AbyssOfLife]

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Hey Abyss.

I feel myself slipping into rituals and habits,
I must do something to grasp my own reality.
I reach out and touch the goodness within me,
it’s breath is sweet upon my lips as it flows.
The evil inside me churns within my bowels,
I hear the rumblings echo through my mind.

I reach out into the world that surrounds me,
touching everything I can within my grasp.
Pushing it and moving it, feeling it in my hands,
molding it in my fingers, destroying it with my fist.
In some way it is transformed to part of my Being,
the world around me has become part of my existence.

I look out of my window upon the silent park below,
a grandfather and a boy are sitting under an oak.
I see something of both in my own existence,
the child and old man, living and dying all at once.
I quietly move back to my work and resume,
for I have found what I was looking for, my reality.

A couple of typos, but beyond that it scans okay. Syllable counts are a bit up and down for free verse. The content is a bit impeneterable - ie: related to self-experience rather than seeking a broader appeal.

Anyway, a good start, keep it up.