The weirdest thing is losing oneself
Being so oblivious to ones being
Being lost so lost in ones own thoughts,
Ones own presence, words, doings
Whilst forgetting ones own true self.
We got so distracted and mesmerised
By the image ingrained into our heads
The picture of the supposed universe
We aspire to exist in
We fight, we flee, we force our flesh
To become accustomed to the gems
We believe to be precious.
However, we are misled to be less cautious
Of our own feeble foolish fantasies
of a life we fail to recognise is not our own.
We deceive ourselves into believing, thinking
That the image of ourselves that we portray
Is somehow possible and close enough
To be real in any way.
As mortal beings, we make ourselves immortal.
Painting, sculpting, drafting the work of ours
Believing that our lives will last for eternity.
Yet we forget one thing: it all means nothing.
Our lives worth and work is meaningless
Without the honesty and integrity
Which rests or should rest within our souls.
Beneath the crest of our souls
Without the truth, we are barren
Vast, empty vessels, vanishing
From our true forms.
YOU ARE READING
Naked
Poetry"The truth is better scripted than hidden!" This is a collection of poems that I wrote in my youth inspired by the many emotions and phenomenon entrenched in my thoughts. My vision is to inspire, enlighten and empower.
