It’s all about “me”
An important question in question
Pretending or genuine wish to discover
it matters little
when I don’t want to uncover “me”.
Thus, I deflect
waxing poetics and practising polemics
to avoid looking straight into the heart of the matter
on the off-chance that I do posses one
despite the fact that the swamp
that swallowed poison, like candy
and tricked and beheaded
its own demons for wicked amusement
pushing away the opportunities for redemption
to see what will happen next
and if the bottom is lower than saints predicted,
consumed the pulse a long time ago
and for years there was none,
allowing the depth of abyss to grow
and consume passions, forcing out
envy, regret, hate, love and even pain
leaving but a still indifferent greyness
that is lazily clutching to moral
which is not respected nor believed in
just for the sake of clinging,
and because there’s nothing else to cling to.
So, philosophy and empty words
to sound mysterious and frivolously witty:
“Me is me.”
brilliant! and the honesty is acute Liz. this one line in particular “pushing away the opportunities for redemption , to see what will happen next”. we all push that limit because we have so low self esteem or want to prove something to someone else not to ourselves. This more than the other poems I have received really describe the true self. And it is a beautiful you! Unvarnished truth is how I would describe your words.
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Thank you
I am glad that my words got such a response.
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Reblogged this on Go Dog Go Café and commented:
Share your poem with me at the GDG # 12
Liz has much truth to share
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