Voices

LukeMorrison

After the long days of characterised obsession,

when days gone scold the corners of my eyes,

my sluggish form drags itself to a standstill

of which I have not encountered before.

 

I walk in the shadows of the men I created,

bound by the duties of mental apparitions.

Their doctrines embrace me with religious clarity,

and spiritual notions of that which impassioned me.

 

But these are the ghosts of the past, present and future.

Divisive and hostile when not adhered to the fullest.

Conflicted with pain and lack of direction,

and chained to a body of pained recollection.

 

Is it too much for me to be one with myself?

Am I a vessel for too many more?

I carry my burdens over many a shoulder -

all weep for the child they leave in the ground.

 

But if I'm inhabited by the voices of many,

then which is the one who writes this now?

And if what he writes be true,

what can he convince me of?

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Luke (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 14th, 2017 02:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: We all have rules that we follow; sometimes these manifest in different ways. In fact, the way two people can perceive these rules can be completely different, through whatever medium, be it Christianity or Taoism, and yet still be similar. What matters is the questions we ask ourselves about the nature of these rules and whether they\\\'re possible to follow. This is an extract of the way I feel when dealing with the rules I have made for myself. Enjoy
  • Category: Religion
  • Views: 31
  • User favorite of this poem: mbird72.
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Comments2

  • mbird72

    He can't convince you of anything. I struggle like this person. I felt something too familiar when I read it. Thank you

    • LukeMorrison

      No problem. Thanks for commenting

    • Tony36

      Well written and expressed



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