On the chill of a moonlit night I was awakened by the Touch of some unseen Entity.. Voices taunting me making Me toss and turn Shadows on the wall Were like black Claw fingers Then the voices spoke. " Your mind is nothing more Than a hieroglyphic symbol." " A cosmic trick Of the god's" 'You were born of blood And dirt wedded to Bone and sinew" " You were given a "Taste of reason which Shall vanish as a vapor" You are quite simply.. Astronomically insignificent!" Your aspirations are nothing More than a rusty shovel Leaning against an unmarked Grave.. Death was mixed in your Mother's milk from The beginning.. I screamed out, " Go away! You have no right to Speak thus to me!" But the voices kept Taunting.. " Look at you! You lie There on your rotting bed And pour your imagination Into unwashed socks. Your long suit is an Impossible dream.. You mull around in Nothing more than worn Out sandels, and a ragged T- Shirt that reads, " I Voted for Lady Godiva!" The voices departed for an Hour then returned.. "You are not a cosmological Constant.. Don't you read? It was in all the Sunday Papers!" I paused for a long moment Then asked, " Who are you Voices?' They whispered, " We are The voices of doubt.. Was it not you who called On us in your Midnight dream?"
This poem came out of your doubtful mind inclined to criticism, self criticism, rather than from nowhere, Cafe, which is not surprising. And you chose a form very characteristic for your style. Congratulations and thank you for sharing!
lovecanberealSydney, New South Wales AustraliaNov 26, 2016
This poem reminds me of certain Sufi parables concerning man, and what he really knows
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USANov 26, 2016
Lovecan.. Thank you bro. I'm not aquainted with the 'sufi parables,' Have to google it. Sounds like some wise sage sitting atop a mountain spouting ancient lore. Lol. Nice to see ya. Cafe
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Thank you bro. I'm not aquainted with the 'sufi parables,'
Have to google it. Sounds like some wise sage sitting
atop a mountain spouting ancient lore. Lol. Nice to
see ya.
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