Goodness Blindness
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My sparkle is dwindling away,
I am just scouring the edge lay,
Launching the vigor to praying,
Like a dream on this olden day.
Whimsical at loads is bursting.
Nirvana seeps his crux meeting.
He grasped dictum obfuscation.
Scrawled on my ego beguiling
Thus burst in shards of vexation
I posit soothing deception.
Recognized by a focused gaze
Mind that is field to rendition.
Lethargic shifts ruined surprise.
Mental pathway like a sheet maze
Despite bold blowing of the wind.
This is faithful blithe for God praise.
In shackle of land dreaming bind.
Sounds genuine usurped by pride.
illusion bubble with worry.
Is it true to goodness we're blind?
2nd Place contest winner
Written: May 13, 2022
Bubble of illusion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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