The hell-fire of humanityA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereI wouldn't describe it as a state of mind but rather as a place I know of.It seems all the favors are handed out, We don’t do in kind returns anymore, We only follow if they choose us first, To like with the push of a button and no more,
We’re shooting each other down, Masked with anonymity, We have put all the holy houses of sex and religion Dismantled in the blazing bonfire While we’re building other ones In the glowing ash again,
Just as not discussable, Just as impenetrable,
How are you, you mortal being So I say to my mirror image, M O R T A L B E I N G, I shout, Your words will wither for sure,
Today I’ll only spit fire and bile, There are no roses without thorns any longer, Only the black holes of depression, Death flowers absorbing all my energy, my hope,
I sleep the beauty sleep of oblivion, Dream me myself another world Full of its personal nightmares Of which I wake up in panic To find me back on this earth:
The hell-fire of humanity.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere 05/12/2015 © 2015 Rudi J.P. LejaeghereFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorRudi J.P. LejaeghereWingene, West-Vlaanderen, BelgiumAboutI'm from Belgium. English is not my native language, but I like to read English poems and books. I have written a lot of Dutch poems during the last forty years. With some of them I've got prizes in B.. more..Writing
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