The Hidden Series - Eight
the ego
poisons
the potential
rots my patch of peaches
i planted peaches myself
the ego
needs time
to gaze
and to grow
to ruin
to be
the ego
ruthless
admire the ambition
the ego
relentless
the chase
but here i am
chasing
since the beginnings
of time
i am
lost
in the pursuit
of pursing
you
since the beginnings of time
i have been pursuing you
naked truths
clothed in pride
unclothed again
by the ego
the ego
it strips away
me
bursts open
all my structures
my comforts
move
here i am
uncomfortable
moved and eased by you
the ego
levitating
over calm, warm waters
within seconds of wintertime
the ego
ruins me
there's nothing i love more
an embrace
i crave
promises
i crave
more
i hunger
starve
and i thirst
after the ego
the pain, oh the pain
i lay
in my dead patch of tangy peaches
hiding
from
tonight..
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