Category: Poetry
Theme: Facing Reality
Sypnosis: A system of love and hate exists among us all. We must understand how damaged we are in order to walk into the actual world.
Our world is in disarray.
Indocility and selfishness on the part of one person can kill them all at once.
We tussle for every single thing we wish to own.
Individually, we are all disasters.
Our ears can be struck with such a repulsive sharpness of reality, truth, and our own residual memory stored by the sound of mercurial clarinet.
They look good, spick-and-span;
A florid presence.
A suitcase to hold.
To demur or to demonstrate.
To impel or to impair.
For all diatribe mysteries, this is a devoutly overblown drama.
Upon his throne, a greybeard sat.
With no problems and grogginess,
Ideas that are tangled.
Unrivaled possibilities!
They're all enraged by what's happening.
The cause for our grouchiness is simple:
In a puerile system, we're trapped!
Artwork: "The Ninth Wave" by Ivan Aivazovsky (1850)
Published by: Renz Mar M. Mangana
Date Published: January 24, 2022
Time Published: 11:09 AM
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