Fear of not knowing

sorenbarrett

If there is only one world

 

One moon and one sun

 

Why so many flags unfurled

 

Each of us living under a different one?

 

Feelings of wellness I fear

 

Through blind eyes I see the invisible

 

Truth I hear through a deaf ear

 

Sensations of logic inexplicable

 

What is this happieness I show?

 

Veracity blinds and dialectics defends the illusion

 

Is it true happieness I don't know

 

Pain only a relative delusion?

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  • Ok Waleed

    Nationalism truly will destroy the world

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks for your review and comment Ok Waleed

    • Doggerel Dave

      I’ve always taken the view that my reality is subject to many factors, including but not exclusively my size, senses and unconscious choices I make with respect to the information I choose to take or exclude.
      You have poetically given that more depth, Soren. Thanks.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you Dave you hit the nail on the head. What got me going was the thought - Would I know I was in pain if that was all that I ever felt, or would I know I was cold if I was never warm? I have talked to people that grew up with not adequate clothing or bedding that said as a child they did not know they were cold because that was just the way it had always been.

      • Bella Shepard

        I think dear friend that each day is an exercise in dispelling our fear of life, by virtue of the distractions we invent. We create our own reality without the benefit of understanding the consequences. I sometimes wonder if our evolution has fallen short, or if our biological thinking apparatus has reached its limit. This poem dives deep and I love it!

        • sorenbarrett

          Dear Bella thank you so much for the review and thoughtful comment. Yes I think that sometimes we are simply not sensitive enough or maybe just don't care enough to notice. At times we don't have the experience to know, that can be excused. Our senses are so limited

        • L. B. Mek

          'Through blind eyes I see the invisible

          Truth I hear through a deaf ear

          Sensations of logic inexplicable'
          explaining feelings, as like
          defining perspectives
          betwixt blinks we swerve reality's
          one moment's monumental
          is but a forgotten blink's, trivial
          yet we seek anchors to meaning
          aspire to comprehend
          ephemeral happiness
          within a lifetime of strife, asking
          why?
          screeching our rage from that first
          breath
          I think
          it all begins, with our misunderstanding
          of procreating's, purpose
          we give exams to people, to drive cars
          yet anyone can have a child, and dumb it in the bin...
          we fail to comprehend
          it is not a child
          but a Person, we're taking responsibility for
          an entire living breathing human being
          destined to mark humanity with their deeds, or lack there of..
          tell me friend
          what business de we have bringing a child
          into a world, if we never had parents
          to teach us and show us what to do
          modernity has warped into a cynical degradation
          where parentless children, birth
          parentless children
          assuming love and Mac'd happy meals
          is enough, to curate a person...
          used to be, everyone knew
          'it takes a village to raise a child'
          so now we're left to path a life, where:
          'Feelings of wellness I fear'
          depending on flags, idealistic politics and hollow beliefs
          to curate our anchor to meaning and worth...
          how futile? to what end?
          every one of us, every one
          learned cruelty from those, we're told
          know, what is best for us...
          better, I think
          to realise as early as we can
          in this river of life, we pebbles
          swim alone
          whatever aesthetics, we identify with
          what's inevitable
          is that we all bleed, one colour
          and cry the same tears
          anything and everything that opposes
          that Truism of existence, we must refute!

          • sorenbarrett

            Dear L.B. to what depths you have dove in this small piece. You have struck at the heart of this existential issue. Uncertainty pervades this life due to societies change and the lack of a firm foundation upon which to build. You certainly had the vision and the hearing to get to center of this humble piece and the eloquence to express it so well. Thank you so much for taking your time to so thoroughly review it.



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