Stained Glass
Staring blankly at the borrowed shapes
glistening the sun
a madman's diary of a voodoo queen
a condemned language
Picking up old pieces
a new language takes shape
focuslessnes of digits of difference religion has made
i begin to think of younger and older men's differences of opinion
The same game of life
too hard to truly define
naming the similar delusions of reality
seeds of worst case scenarios
becoming mankind's own undoing
Fear itself in different forms isn't what it appears to be
insecurely abstract of futures unknown
reincarnates art a language of souls,'
the present life adds up to this point, where the past life chose for a future
that was and now is
bringing to life the reality abounding
to change the confusion once forseen
Fear of success
leaves me planning to fail
the easy way out a dead end
the delusions of mankind i have borrowed stuck in my head
looking for the way out of planetary insanity
the past and present similar life lessons
to ensure we win our own logical lottery after all
a familiar mindmaze deadlocks
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.
