Keshan Govender Poet I do not know?

Identity's Truth

Remembering the strands that fell 
Rooted in the thought that vanity would be insanity
A failed attempt seen through photons
Not even the might of the concept could rid the despair
As appeal dove further, death teased tangibility.

Sacrifices were made, images were lost
Reinvention became an aspiration; commitment, an opposition
Relationships concluded with responses never realised
A stalemate was bound, idealism overwhelmed action
Words stopped flowing, ink could not find a way beyond.

Costs became measured, pleasures against priorities
Values spoken too often neglected, gaining attention
Balance edging, trade-offs made
Indulgences steep, guilt-filled purchases relieved
Success could have been had, if only clarity was grasped.

Acquaintances soared, friends were few
Growth was seen as a choice, no longer circumstance
'Laughs' were inhibition to fertile opportunities  
Seriousness became possessive, humor was unheard
Mental stimulation thought, interest never piqued.

Letting go saw material shed
Comfort in a cushion, subject to hours
A pursuit of peace, eternity if permitted Regret was cumulative, parting left pieces undone
Identity a possibility, that withered without a bloom.

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