What You Call

What makes life
so endearing to some
Little wisps of cloud circle me
It's Nature that sustains
but the self that suffers
Selfish hate, petty joys

Live self-contained
Never want, only need
Faces of those long gone
in their own haven
Far away yet never caring
I wish for nothing, nothing, nothing...

What hurts you
Ego death, the vulnerable view
within what you call pride
It's Nature that made us
Actions that defined us
So leave me be, you never had any problem with that

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You are right... Pride or ego can get in the way...
somewhere between then and now, we get lost...
Maybe it is not intentional, maybe it is nature taking course, the nature of being...
I ask you...could it be self-preservation?

Well expressed thought, Elliott.~xoxo~

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Nice thoughts in this poem.

[justjenn_2u]

I love this raw rant and the humbleness you exude in your words. Nature and life twisted into our fate. I love the line "What hurts you" - being I seem to always write dark poetry, I can relate. Way to go.

[Shaquana Adams]

This is deep, I like it.

It's Nature that made us
Actions that defined us
So leave me be, you never had any problem with that

These lines in particular stuck with me. Great job :)

[zephyr]

It's Nature that made us
Actions that defined us

a brilliant summation.

[L4rn13]

Beautiful write that brings back the raw thoughts of self and need that originated from Nature. Love it