The Man of the world

by melly   Sep 16, 2006


�»«� No More invisible, speechless, deaf and blind child
with neglected pleasures being addicted to denial, floating through
time gravitating towards a warm arm, with an appetite for the
emptiness that promises no harm. No more uncontrollable eruptions of
emotional depression, a primal s.o.s from the barren prison of
selfless expression, that only the guilty with innocent souls know,
buried in the social scar tissue of a defective ego. No more
relentless sifting through bodies seeking self, settling through
competitive combat for what\'s left on the shelf, a mad melee of
supply and demand driven by a gullible pride that leads to sedating
the you that suffocates inside. No More, forever no more, because I
done unshut my eyes, and the difference between God\'s word and man\'s
will was realized. Seeing opposed and parallel lives led me to never
seek from man what God has chosen. As the mystery of the unknown
manifested pristine clear, a positive message of truth entered my
ear. Now across my face is a brand new smile with the newly revealed
meaning of a destined child. All I ever wanted was to be what I once
was, unbounded. Somehow it got all twisted and before long sounded
as though life was a continuous connive-thrive-drive, choking out
the simple joy of just being alive. �»«�

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