The freethinker peddles his thoughts
of conflicting matters and disillusion distinctions
eventually, confronts endogenous distraught.

A fallen shattered priceless vase
that was once a terrestrial object
now, ceases its optical place.

The agnostic dark side
with its apathetic smile
that bereaves upon a snide.

The crimson Pietist, and the ashen Infidel
both with dissenting credence
above an attentive sentinel.

The only real numbers ascribed
are the timed honor cemeteries
and, the dates whom they have vied.

For who and what we are
is no more thought of
than a bovine entering an abattoir.

john hardesty

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-existential-sigh/