BUFFING MY SOUL

            

    Okay! I feel the pain.
        So where's the gain?
    We limp through life.
        Some keep the march.
        Some inch.
            Avoiding hazards,
            longing to complain
            we scan our scars and,
            fearing death, we flinch.
    We all want bliss.
    Aroused, entranced we think
        the gross, the grand and
        everything between
            will fill the void.
            And so we eat. We drink.
            We screw and shop
                to try to feel serene.
        Of course,
            there never really is enough.
        Too soon
            the over-loaded senses fade and
            faced with anxious fear
                we bluff, evade, and
                leave our hidden needs betrayed.
    I often think
        I'd rather die than feel.
        At least with every wince
            I know what's real.

Reviews

[Sarahthirk]

Very interesting. "I'd rather die than feel." I love that line. Very creative idea. Basically we just live our lives, and for what? Because "there never really is enough." I'm in love with this poem. I think you did a really good job looking at life from a whole different perspective. Makes me rethink things.