The War of Self

My enemy looks just like me.

Funny, thought I’ve seen

            you around before.

You have the same slow burning fears

            and desperate hold onto nothing as I do.

Are you really so convinced?

Committed enough to do some damage?

You don’t understand that

            you damage yourself

                        when you damage me.

Watch me in my most tender moment-

            Do you still feel blind ambition,

or a subtle companionship to my world?

See my slumped shoulders and worried brow

and try not to assimilate.

 

There is no war.

Give up your weapons.

 

Touch me right between the eyes.

All I see is real to me.

The world here is my own.

The shades are ones only I know,

the shapes familiar enough.

I cannot impose these into words.

You would not understand my language.

We would be strangers again.

 

Rather I would lift my face to the light,

            let the people see me,

            without designing what is to be seen.

Because what they see is their world.

And they speak words

            I cannot know.

 

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

they seem like enemies, but they're just frustrated plexes reaching for control and psychic implants the culture uses for control and guilt...looks like you've got them staked out here pretty good...so nice to have stumbled upon you here, just looking around...

[Mark D. Chevalier]

An interesting series of verse, and a true expression of the struggles that go on inside of us each and every day. We all see the world through our own filter, and sometimes that tunnel-vision can cost us.

Loved the poem!

Mark

[The realest]

'Touch me right between the eyes.
All I see is real to me.
The world here is my own.
The shades are ones only I know,
the shapes familiar enough.
I cannot impose these into words.
You would not understand my language."
We would be strangers again.

That whole stanza right there is incrediable in psyc they teach that people believe we communicate when we really dont when i talked about cars your idea of a car is not gonna be my idea of a car. so we really only think we communicate this stanza makes me think of that struggle but with your self. How we try to convince ourseleves of things that we know is not real.- Really love this piece- much love

[Christel Grady]

Ah.....the duality of self. One of my favorites inspirations. I'm working on a few pieces right now. I absolutely adore this last phrase:
Because what they see is their world.

And they speak words

I cannot know.


Exquisite! Thank you!