If my weakness overpowers me,
How much less powerful am I
How disorderly are my priorities, how blind
To suffer my soul deprivation acting against objectivity.
How do i counter the doom so imminent:
None’s but my own foe, a man confused
If my lies obscure the truth
Then was there ever a grain of truth in me
Where will this self-delusion lead me?
What does this hypocrisy profit me; what?
So that I’m willing to lay aside substance,
Preferring weightlessness to valour and honour?
Do I need solitary confinement
So I may reflect and reconsider my purpose?
Do I need to be among those of the assembly
To ascertain my preservation from the evil that befalls
They that stray towards obliquity? Is that me?
Is my image this atrocious, or the mirror is corrupt?
Is my faith foolishness?
Is my hope a stingless harp, Which s it?
Do i profess music that i don't even play? Not even that!
Do i preach the gospel of lemons to apples?
Whose mouth is my mouth? Shouldn’t it speak my mind?
I would that i were chastened for pure inter-coordination
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
A very strong piece of poetry which gives the reader a clear view of your good use of words and the understanding thereof.
ReplyDeleteWell done.