Pop hides the disgusting warts festering underneath.
Hypnotized by the mindless catchy tunes,
Medusa’s head becomes unsheathed
And we stay petrified in whatever swoon
Possessed us in our dreams.
It feeds our fantasy,
Leaving us delusional,
Convincing ourselves that happiness
Exists within this starving imbecile.
Subsisting existence,
Craving more of itself,
To consume our being
In mindless meditation of our dreams.
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Author:
Spencer Wilhelm (
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Comments3
You've got me. Mystified despite multiple readings, how gorgeously rendered with exceptional imagery and a damning, haunting poignancy. Thank you very much for sharing.
The first lines in this poem brought to mind the acne that adolescents experience and try to hide, the Medusa head reinforced this feel. The dream like state left a drug induced feeling or maybe it is just the haze of adolescence and the existential crisis that it is bathed in. Well written
Excellent write
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