What do I need?
Friend?
Do I need to prove
My worthiness?
Do I need to show
My good intentions?
That I am of sound mind?
And my plan is only kind?
What do I need
Self?
Do I need to justify
My pointlessness?
Or demonstrate
The error of my indiscretions?
That I am
I am
I am
Human?
What does it mean
Being?
You think you see me
You think you know
You see only the illusion
You mind seeks to show
Are you even here
Or is that my confusion?
Free will
Free won’t
What do I need
On my knees
How you prefer
I plead
Friend?
Dead
End
Show me how real
You are
Behind your painted smile
And your imperfections
Reflect on my reflections
Friend
What do you need?
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a bit of a mix of thoughts about seeking connection and a sense of belonging whilst having a sense that all is transient, unreal and shaped by perception. It is written to the ‘self’ as much to the ‘other’ if such things do indeed exist. What is conscious? What is known? What is knowing? Does it matter? I made my head hurt! Well terrorivision might make it feel better?
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Comments4
"Reflect on my reflections." That statement sums it all up.
I've got a saying that goes a little like this, "The only things you know about me are the things that I let you know."
A mysterious read, I enjoyed it.
Or to turn it around, you know what you already believe.
Humans are mysterious indeed.
Thanks Nic
Put your brain into gear - so much to think about - great write that invites you to engage.
Engaging is always good. I think. Usually. For some.
Thanks Michael
We all wear different masks in differing occasions, who actually sees the real me.
Who indeed, do we even see ourselves? Is one mask more or less real than the next or are we just ever transient?
Nothing or just truth of self beautiful read but felt a tortured mind, maybe yours maybe mine 😉
No matter what friend, we'll be just fine!
Oh pretty sure that tortured mine is yours, but perhaps the tortured ones are just more awake?
I aim to be fine!
Thanks Dan 😊
Great shot!
You know that I was supposed to write that tortured mind is mine not yours don’t you?
Not sure what happened there! 😬
Well it worked both ways and you just can't hide the truth I guess. If misery loves company, then Tortured mines must throw a wicked party 😉
I never understood that statement. When my misery comes it makes sure no one wants to stick around!
But maybe I’m just more miserable?
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