We are made of stars
But you've forgotten
The face of your maker
Instead you let yourself get eaten up
By the trivialities of life
The ego of man
Seeing the function of a person
As greater than his soul
Caught up in the structure
That silly maze we run through
Like mice, conditioned to forever
Look for that next block of cheese
But conveniently ignoring all feeling
Rejecting any greater meaning
As frivolous
Useless
YOU ARE READING
Aries Moon
PoetryThis is a short collection of poetry I am in the process of writing during Covid-19 lockdown. I've recently rediscovered my love of poetry and expression in writing within the isolation, boredom and renewed depression brought on by quarantine. I do...
