Seeking To Ponder the Truth
The mouth speaks,
words that hide
the self that hungers
deep inside.
But we forge onward in fear of
exposure
never seeking to ponder the truth.
because the unknowing is so comforting.
Souls, senseless to the signs of
end time eternity
rely completely and totally
on esteem
where one has all the answers in
themselves and says
"Look at me,"
fail to find wonder in the mystical
dimensions of life
worshiping facts, oh so tangible
believing in little that is unseen.
Shallow.
Godlessly hands take a life
with value of none
known only to the final sound of
bars closing and lives embittered,
caged humanity
whose mental agony fills the atmosphere with angst
riddling the air with the sound of panic.
Dying tells no lies.
Absolute truth?
Can one word encompass all reality
or do we simply say it is the blinking eye
unfolding in the microseconds
as the thing that has already occurred?
Somewhere, rarely sought,
drowned out by a cacophony of denial
breeds an ulcer, deep in
21st Century desire,
called truth that is seemingly
defined by suffering and inhumanity.
4/15/18
Topic: 1 Absolute Truth
Active Soul and Mankind's Self-righteousness' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2018
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