looks of disillusionment
hide silently underneath a
glimmering sheath of evaporated lies
and faulty laugh lines that
are wrinkles in disguise
On the definition of life, take two:
to be free is to struggle against despair
to go through cycles and routine motions
with a heart severed and a mind deceased
to walk while you talk through a streaming barrage of ineffective flair and obscenity
to fight till every notion aches and every sincere gesture scrutinized
with ceaseless skepticism and turbulent malice
to submit until submission is Complete.
then you will have lived, have known
what it feels like to emerge from a smothering tide
unharmed and in complete denial
I’m glad you updated. As usual, your poem has me so busy with big words that it’s tying my mind into knots. which is a good thing!
Also, can you explain why “Complete” at the end of the second stanza is capitalized? Is it related to God?
It’s an allusion to death — death being the final and most complete submission to God’s will in that its inescapable. So yeah, in that sense, it is related to God.