A cave,
Warm orange and yellow flames
Behind a court of jesters.
They dance and they sing
While we all go to shit.
Devoured by foolishness and ignorance,
We weep for our lost humanity.
A boy awakens,
A man awakens.
Walls of perception are shattered; doors are opened.
Rock crumbles and the man leaves.
He leaves his grotto, but the sunlight blinds him.
His eyes hurt. All of his eyes hurt.
A world of color. Of light, not shadows.
Of beauty and laughter.
He thinks of the jesters, of the rock.
He goes back to find them.
As he enters the cave, he is blinded once again.
He finds them, but all they see is a madman. He sees nothing.
They beat him; they take his soul. He sees nothing.
The man emerges from the cave,
Alone.
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Author:
Dandy the Poet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 27th, 2016 01:05
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Some of us cannot face reality. Often what we perceive of reality has all been set up for us and is not reality at all. Great subject.
Awesome Awesome write
Great poem ! Great subject material.
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