Dung Beetles

Seeing as my post rate is one per year, I think i'll get my work load done early. What do you think it means?

I give you: Dung Beetles.

It's blackness
Maybe a shade of grey
Either way
it's a hollow feeling

An angst
A desire
Something
But you don't know what that
something is

It's a mild
fear
Not living up to up to what you thought it would be
and acceptance of who you are

It's the knowledge that there's
something wrong
But you can't quite put your finger on it
It's scary sometimes
Because you can see it from the look of a stranger
A glance from a fellow person who knows
But you don't know
But also she knows you feel the same way

We all scuttle about
Trying to work out what it is we want
Who it is we love
And what we should do
to pass the time
But we know that it is a mere blip
Of history

Does it really matter?
You wouldn't think so
But you feel that it does

Most of all
It's a loneliness
It's a feeling that it's just you-
You fighting against the inevitability
The inevitability of fate

Sometimes you put pressure on yourself
Your mad scramble to fill up the space

Sometimes you think it's too much
But almost always you think it's not enough

I just wanted to say what I really mean.