There’s work to be done
Later we can have fun
Emotions and desires
Stuffed down
To the point of drowning
In our own fear
Keep yourself always busy
A dizzying array
A hollow display of righteousness
Keeping all close to your chest
There’s nothing left
But a hallway
Of memories
Of a life that could have been
The seas of life
Inundated with strife
Be a good son or daughter
Be a good husband and father
Be a good mother and wife
But never wander too far
Childhood pain waxing and waning
Hostile environments
Is all we get
When existence is sin
Bleeding tomes
Trying to keep our homes
Keeping ourselves
From falling apart at the heart
Told, “I will fear no evil, for you are with me”
But you left me long ago
When you wrote off my soul
A wash in a litany of fear
But it has passed over and through me
My old mind obliterated
A little death
Of righteousness and ego
I have faced my fear
The loss of her
My love
And yet I remain
Because she remains with me
I have opened my inner eye
The path is laid before me
A new irreligious religion
Making me new and whole again
I walk with peace of mind
Into the blind unknowing
About the Creator
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Comments (5)
I felt the breathless pace of this in the beginning, & then it slowed down so we could breathe in the end. Nice job!
The middle of your poem reminds me of Jamaica Kincaid's "Girl." Those everyday, rote things were are taught to be or do.
I can wholly relate to this as having dealt with the passing of my brother while caring for my very ill mother and having faced my own life threatening illness - all at the same time. I get where you're coming from Eric. Excellent poem - well written.
Great work
This is incredible. Well done.