Addicted to Proof Of Self

Addicted to Proof Of Self

A Poem by KWP
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Day 14 NaPoWriMo -and another in the flurry of poetic discourses expunged from my brain

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Life is draining, 

like a slow leak from a sewer pipe.

Putrid is

the stench of a dying ego. 

It wafts and,

all too reluctantly dissipates 

leaving an urgency to 

be fed. 


Alone. 


Lost on an island

located north, north-west of minds eye.

Island’s name -

Isolation. 


The futility of 

feeding addiction, 

when lost on Isolation

screams like the last 

King standing in a chess game.

The false me, my ego, 

must be dethroned. 


Aloneness pierces each pore 

from the inside out, 

the foul stench returns, 

I am dying. 


The chance, opportunity, 

to speak with someone, 

proving that I do exist,

proving that 

I am, 

wrenches my gut

adds petrol to the fire 

called fear - 

thankful I am, 

there is no-one.


Left with sweat 

gushing like a fountain 

that could perhaps,

sustain the life of micro herbs.

Not this life - 

Kaput is the ego.

Last breath stolen - 

Dead.
Thwwwp!

I welcome my new friend authenticity.

© 2017 KWP


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' Aloneness pierces each pore ~ from the inside out, ~ the foul stench returns, ~ I am dying '

Perhaps we become what we're meant to become, Ego and all. Life wipes its feet on our spirits Some see or feel that as a force, doomed to that aloneness, fighting a war with self, ' .. wrenches my gut ~ adds petrol to the fire ~ called fear ~
thankful I am, ~ there is no-one.' Seems the Ego rattles its chains and more often or not, survives!

E you write with great intention now and again with gentle,. romantic or amusing titbits between. With this, you've crumbled thoughts and laid them before your readers so they can lick the index tip and pick up what remains. As with life and its shoved-in egotism - certainly the thoughts are m and indelicate but again.. is what's on offer. Perhaps.

Posted 7 Years Ago


The false me, my ego,

must be dethroned.

I really like that line. It makes me think - how is that possible? wouldn't it require another ego to replace it? Or does one get rid of the ego by contemplating the hand of one hand clapping?

Like how it's sorta stream of thought, abrupt in some places, jagged, but connected by the liquid 'sewer' ''petrol' fountain' metaphor, leaking, poring, gushing

I also feel like this poem should end in Thwwwp!

I (another ego?) welcome...

Good details. Almost feel grimy afterwards.

Posted 7 Years Ago


My eye sight is draining away like a leak from a sewage leak, so it was a bit rough for me to read this in such a tiny font, but I did make it through haha
Nevertheless, I always did your writes and your style.

Posted 7 Years Ago


''The false me, my ego,
must be dethroned. ''

I love these lines. When people spend their lives ruled by materialism and suddenly wake up, a lifetime may not seem enough to dethrone that ego. Love the color of your thoughts dear author, makes one ponder and pause about the ungraspable things, yet so desired, so desired...

Posted 7 Years Ago


I felt the anxiety, the confusion, the " what do I do "scenario, the panic, I had a chuckle, it would be the worst state to be in.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I can feel the frustration - the emotion in your words. Great writing. :) Julie

Posted 8 Years Ago


we live forever my dear,forever

Posted 8 Years Ago


dying inside, dying in the heart...the will to live draining and it feels like all sewage...nothing clean left...nothing to live for....life over before it is actually over...this slow draining feels like Anne Sexton...feels like.

i feel the hopelessness...

j.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Verbal gymnastics and woeful courts, full of life-size chess pieces beating each other to a pulp over every "move" made... Wonderful, deep, throbbing darkness... Islands and isolation... With ego this was... Not penned...

Posted 8 Years Ago


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A very existential piece
How we live
and how we depart this world
And do we hold onto dear life ......

we just want to exist and be known for our existence

you got me thinking in all different ways

really enjoyed this
thanks for sharing

Posted 8 Years Ago


KWP

8 Years Ago

Good - got you thinking - been doing a bit of that myself XXX Thanks so much :D

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