LONGING FOR SHELTERA Poem by Tasi83Be careful my friend! No humiliation at all! Don't even think of showing yourself as vulnerable, vulnerable, childishly naive, a capricious-hesitant clown, as someone who deliberately plays a role to cover up, hide your truer self, like the intentionally split onion skin layers from your soul. You can be a grown-up person - these days -, but you can only rarely be, but you also feel that inside you carry and cherish secret grimacing laughs that allow you to remain yourself, even if the compromising, rude World outside takes a vast, 360-degree turn every day. . With old-fashioned romance and politeness - it's true - it's better if you realize that nowadays you're not going anywhere, and even so, you have to make more and more pathetic excuses and silly excuses if you honestly want to get to know someone who doesn't travel for your money. Puffs are engraved on your face, like secret tattoos, the rates of discretion and encryption, which can hardly be expressed in money. In your calculated movements, even now, the miracle of discipline still trembles, which the majority for some reason still does not see or notice. On your spiritual paths, it's even better if you walk alone for a long time, like a wandering Odysseus, without companions who would only hinder you or hold you up, saying: you're not brave enough, you don't have the courage to make the changes. Your peace is often broken by the fact that there is no more genuine mercy, more genuine pity, and that even empathy-tolerance has become just a tinsel-junk commodity to be thrown away. Now, as a fugitive, you need to be able to find a safe harbor and shelter, and you can still be envious if someone lives in the sunny landscapes of Mauritius or Bali. And while you walk on the cobblestones of the streets with a deliberately bowed, repentant head like a hermit, you recall the wise admonitions of the ancient authors.
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Added on October 27, 2024 Last Updated on October 27, 2024 Tags: contemporary, lyric, poetry, poem, free verse, prose poem, fiction, poetic prose AuthorTasi83Budapest, Budapest, HungaryAboutI was born on November 30, 1983 in Budapest! I studied Hungarian history at ELTE-TFK, BTK; history teacher. I'm editing ebooks! So far, I have published my volumes on Publió and Publishdrive as.. more..Writing
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