on the burden of knowledge

the title pretty much says it all, written as i was becoming who i am now

here i am...disappeering...disappeering

the horrors i've tried to prevent, consuming

wondering when such things became understood, even acceptable, for one's self

wishing they were explained, waiting for...nothing

the only thing worth living for is the future.

Ignorance truly is bliss

here i am...already there...already aware

i see where they've been

bringing new meaning to the burden of knowledge

contemplating, realizing, thinking, feeling

into a current, undertoe dragging

swimming hard, strong, long.....slowly tiring

drowning

am i still here?...already knowing? disappeering?