Dark Delusion
Insentient to whispers of silence
Luminosity of our heart hidden
Conscience deadened to play of innocence
Doing not what love impulse has bidden
Having been now encased in human form
Bestowed power of discrimination
Feral urgings of our past do yet storm
Veiling subtle scent of bliss elation
As both the tormentor and prisoner
We see not light of redemption within
Our desires consuming us like cancer
Pushing us deeper into delusion
Oh hermit! Enter void of cessation
Reclaim innate throb of bliss elation
20-February-2021
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2021
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