The RealizationA Poem by Harmartia PoeThe explosiveness of self-discovery and the coming to terms with religious doubt.All it takes is one strike of a match to strike a question: What if everything you knew was a lie? Your rope of reality withers away, sizzling straight for the black gun power. With sneering smiles, The deviants have come to steal your shielded soul. Nietzsche whispers in your trembling ear: God is dead. Why do you keep keep such a thing so protected? Dorian traded his for youth, making beautiful art from this worldly illusion. Suddenly, the powder ignites and all crutches that held you are destroyed. You’re rocketing far away -- flying into a dizzying world of emotion, and temptation. The landing is never anything less than a chaotic, nihilistic crash. How will the eyes of Dr. Eckleburg ever see without a single soul who believes in them? Dorian stabs the soul he gave away. For he’s realized all art is quite useless. © 2014 Harmartia PoeAuthor's Note
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Added on June 28, 2014Last Updated on June 28, 2014 Tags: philosophy, dorian gray, Nietzsche, god is dead, art, poem, prose poem, cannon, self-discovery, religion, doubt, life choices, shocking discovery AuthorHarmartia PoeOHAboutMy pen name is Harmartia Poe, but real name is Sammie :) I am influenced by Poe, John Green, Stephen Chbosky, Stephen King, Erin Morgenstern, and of course, The Queen (J.K. Rowling). I love mysterie.. more..Writing
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