On Existence

Juhee
1 min readApr 14, 2022

Plodding on, day after day, towards a never-ending horizon.

A poem for existentialists.

why do we exist?

the quintessential question

it stubbornly buries itself into the hearts of men

ravages the human psyche in a cruel game

from which no victory awaits

not even a faint glimmer of closure to be found

for miles.

steeped in confusion, tinged with uncertainty

infused with a loathsome dread

a great tidal wave

threatens to engulf the human conscience by force

unyielding, pressing, relentless in its pursuit

hungry to overtake

the deepest crevices of our minds

which seek desperately to find meaning

in a seemingly meaningless world

fragile semblances of security, now ruptured

into shards, severed

by its unstoppable surge.

to avoid it? to confront it?

both offer no trace of solace

to entertain it is to be wholly consumed

to avoid it is to succumb to delightful ignorance

but no matter.

the future that awaits us

the unavoidable conclusion

is the dust of our ancestors’ past.

the destined place of birth and burial

of every once living body we now stand.

kings and stillborns,

the ludicrously wealthy,

the pariahs, the renowned

finally mingle together as one.

the earth never discriminates.

from dust we come,

to dust we will return.

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Juhee

Just shouting my thoughts into the great Internet abyss.