This poem is about being distracted, and trying not to ignore the fact that we ignore the mutilation of inner self, and how we are led to falsely believe we are enjoying it.
I used to write.
I loved to write
Counting out syllables
Making it flow right
I had an awareness of self
Then came lust
Chasing of unreachable wealth
So I die inside
Yet don’t cry
Why so hardened?
Unable to hear don’t try?
Pain caused, yet paused
When enlightened
Stay in darkness
Scared of conscience
Excited
Must love to
Mutilate spirit
Flesh intoxicated
Caressed
Can’t hear it
Must wean myself
From its bosom
Legions consumed me
Sun shining, now risen.
So I live inside
Can now cry
Parts of me softened
Able to hear
So I try
Pain caused
Now paused
Cause enlightened
Stay in His light
Scared of nothing
Excited
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