Drowning in sea of silence
Amidst thundering cacophony
Incessant din of voices saying too many things
Nothing means anything
Reality bereft of meaning
Make believe reigns supreme
Alive, dreaming, awake or dead
Don't know which state I am in
Futile attempt at reasoning
Prohibition on thoughts
Only allowed to sing
Keep parroting what past brought in
Poetry, glorified rhythm sans meaning
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2024 10:06
- Comment from author about the poem: The poem reflects my revulsion at the web of lies being spun by the media, especially the social media. It also reflects my thoughts on the expectations of conformity.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Don't know whether to take this as a comment on the media or religion. Nicely said my friend
My target was the media. Nothing gets past you and I mean it as a huge compliment. Thank you!
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