Experiencing the Lie

A poem about the convincing illusion that is the world.

I used to be so sure of myself--

  I lit the candles, the incense

  I danced the dances

  I spoke the words.

  

          I felt, I heard, I listened--

            I gave thanks, worship

            I asked and prayed and loved...

   I believed.

 

 

A tarp has now been lifted from my eyes,

the world now seen in a bigger light:

an illusion too elaborate to believe,

a pretentiousness too colorful to love!

            A divine lie too complicated to deny,

            a geometry so sacred you can't help but scream

            YES, it is the truth, it is reality,

             it COULDN'T be a dream! It CAN'T be an apparition!

             Give me back my lie!

             Let me have the passion you STOLE from me!

 

 

 

That feeling has settled over me again---

     No seeing, no hearing, no feeling

     no thinking, no nothing...

         It's not unusual anymore, no,

         to feel an immensity too oppressive to embrace.

The world is gone, away,

filled with a void. It's all a

painting,

an eloquent denial

of time, space, existence.

 

None of it is real. Not anymore.

           

           

 

Reviews

[BrittBratt]

I like it Becky, Very much