Spiritual Madness
I watch with curiosity,
the approach of the opposites.
Each day, brings cloudiness and clarity.
It is a simple routine.
Withdraw, in bravery.
Bloom, in the acceptance of life's rituals.
Play along.
Keep quiet, any useless love.
The echoes of revelation,
would only shatter the facade.
The irony, sickens my belief in caring.
But, I am weak.
Pulled along into the spiritual madness,
of the directionally challenged.
I'm on my way to being found, but today,
I am still stuck in it's opposite.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
