I watch these three shadows of mine
As they dance with the flicker of light.
So fragile.
They seem to laugh and mimic my existence
Pouring off of me as I walk this road.
So dark.
One light seems to glimmer alone
Stabbing through the black as a knife.
So bright.
I stare at this light above me
A halo, a burden weighing me down.
So heavy.
So meaningless.
And yet you wear your god like a crown
Sitting on your throne of faith.
Discarding all others of their beliefs
Knowing you walk a true path.
Ignorance.
Bliss.
well this reminds me of growing up catholic...and how we were taught by the nuns to feel sorry for our friends who were methodist or protestant or lutheran...because they had no chance to get to heaven...wrong faith!
Another stepping stone effort. Most poets wind up novelists or journalists. This poem exhibits a fascination with words, but its meaning doesn't separate it from the medium of elite skills.
Oh religious beliefs and what they make people do. Close their minds to all the ideas of others and judge them just because they don't share the same mentality, the same god, because they don't go to the same church. It is awesome how you put so many images into this. At first a single person with three paths to choose from, then a person try to choose a path finding out that the life he chose was not the one that truly interested him, and finally confronting those who pressured him into the choice. Oh what true bliss is to be ignorant. Very good write and I hope to read more from you.
Submission Name: Holy Strut
