He sees, and then he doesn’t
not knowing then, and what is current,
just sitting there, trying to feel,
as his stares, begin to peel-
back such; mental emptiness,
that makes an awful lot of mess
inside his mind, the clanging chains,
his nightmare blood; runs down the drains,
lo’ others write their horror stories,
joined with his, tear down the glories,
a dagger like humility,
to wipe the smile of humanity,
away from pride; of star; and sheep
true thinkers cry; as they sleep,
to not fit in, such sinful bog,
praise be to him, that’s in the fog!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My word, it has been a long time since I last posted! I have had other blips in my physical health, but more so my mental health, thus, I have been trying to sort things out, by way of seeing someone who can help, and seeking more relevant employment that could benefit my well-being. With that said, I give you this rather thought-provoking one. To the popular/normal crowd, to see someone staring into space can either be described as creepy, thus, socially ugly, or they immediately think something is wrong with them, and a somewhat sense of "fake altruism" kicks in, to render you sane, so that you rejoin the flock of cloned sheep, that have never really reflected at all in their lives. Of course, all reasons and possibilities of this matter are on the table, but sometimes a guy might just be thinking, instead of being so dangerously and repetitively active, which in the recent and general past, have recycled humanity's most rehashed and most disgusting of decisions, that render such a wrongfully constructed hierarchy. So, maybe instead of idolising a rapper who hates women, a Prime Minister who defended a well known child abuser, or a greedy President who should be in jail, give thanks to that "oddball" who actually thinks, who is actually trying to find ways; to deeply change things for the better, to ensure a better class of humanity can arise someday, instead of the same old effluence that pours out our heads and mouths every day all over the world! Or of course, see him glare in both sadness and anger, that has been created by humanity's relentless toxicity. I hope that you enjoy this poem, I hope to post a bit more often now, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Confusion, blurred thoughts that break and come and go. A frightening and dark poem of what many experience to greater or lesser degrees. Nicek
Thanks for the read sorenbarrett, and I am glad that you enjoyed the poem, even it did somewhat frighten you.
I hope that all is well.
Great write
Thanks for the read Tony36, it is very much appreciated, and I hope that all is well.
You're welcome, hope all is well with you
Very relatable write of the confusion of the mind, where your thoughts are hard to define and can take you to a dark and frightening place, which is incredibly difficult to get out off, nicely expressed and written, wish you well
Thanks for the read and for favouriting this poem Poetic Licence, it is very much appreciated.
I am glad that you enjoyed reading, and your concurrences are well received also.
I hope that all is well.
You are very welcome
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