Man

Man is a collection of luminous reflections, not just a mere image of flesh and blood. He was conceived in waters of turmoil and bloodshed

 

Man presumes that which is not, and ponders the meaning of identity, losing the most scared possession, his soul.

 

Man is a fading magical dream, fading into an everlasting end, to wake no more beneath the glimmering, harmonious whole.  

©2009

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What a tragic picture you've created with such strong, concise phrases. This makes me sad and yet i know there's so much truth in your poem.

[Little Amy Lee]

"not just a mere image of flesh and blood"
love this
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