One...two...three
The voices cried in unison
Each audibly indistinguishable from the other
The voice of one bearing different tales
Achieving dominion through illusion
And relapses into dormancy at the brink of destruction
A macabre life of self-espionage
Joyous and miserable
Stoic and sensitive
Lax and distressed
A question of either transfigured by greed
The unquenchable thirst for omniscience
The self-proclaimed image of apathy
Brimming with over-engaged empathy
Drowning in the cacophony of uncertainty
Occasionally, in perplexing androgyny
Command and control
A mind to go against itself
In a battle against inherent nature
To repress primal tendencies
A life devoid of selfishness
In agony he cries
And in vain he tries
"What more does the world offer but lies?
A tasteless rhyme where all reason dies"
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Contemplative Poetry
PuisiA collection of poetry I made in my spare time. Please excuse the story cover, I am not an artist.
