Poetry of the Anonymous

XI - Life

'Literal Metaphors: Noise'

I.

Bustling past,

Always an end under pursuit –

Never contemplating:

To what end.

Where are you going?

Where have we gone?

We are lost; that I have found.

Searching for answers:

Written in the constellations.

Are you alright?

Inside lies the truth –

I need another cigarette.

Trapped inside an echo chamber:

Of noise –

Of screams of injustice –

Crying out for mercy:

In the cold and dark earth.

"This is hell, nor am I out of it"

Dying inside this acidic bubble we call life –

I can escape it,

You don't even want to.

You live your life sedated; metaphorically –

I live through death sedated; literally –

So I don't have to experience life; that which you think you live for.

Pursuing ends of silence,

The means to which are filled with dark noises.

Life a blank canvas.

Expression necessary.

II.

Living a lie; I am.

So deep within the lie,

So much time passed,

So many passed moments – (trapped in the past)

I can't see the truth anymore;

Who I am is now lost:

Living the same life; as different people.

This crisis of identity,

We all face – we do not all know.

We are malleable,

Manipulated through time,

All our experiences,

I didn't make that decision – my subconscious made me; maybe that's cowardly.

III.

This medium is useless.

Transfixed by conventional aesthetics,

Completing your every silent command,

Bowing to the hidden pressures,

Secrets foretold of gaining oblivious treasures,

A mirage; a fatal façade – possession will bring you happiness,

Even happiness is a possession,

One we're told we should want.

Social commentary: no one cares anymore.

Sad now to think,

No one can remember;

It seems "Molach" won after all –

History is not being hidden;

It has been overwritten.

IV.

Heaven is a metaphor,

An ideal we can achieve,

Well –

One we could have achieved.

Hell is no longer a metaphor,

An ideal they achieved – through us,

Well –

We didn't know until it was too late.

Can you hear my screaming now?

All along it was a reflection of your inner screaming.