Lowlife

2 Corinthians 4:3-4 

But even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing, 4 whose minds the god of this age has blinded, who do not believe, lest the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine on them.

 

 

Lowlife for the knowing ... looking in the mirror

a never-ending gaze ... of what I hope to see.

Never satisfied ... for looking at the shell

closes all the windows ... to the deeper me.

 

Windows to the heart ... there you really got me.

My Venetian blinds ... are closed tighter than a vault.

I hope you like the paint job ... and all the decoration

that is as far as you can go ... and that is not my fault.

 

I’m not hiding from myself ... I don’t want “you” to know me.

You may point out the things ... that I don’t recognize "no more".

Why don’t you enjoy my company ... instead of searching the real me.

I am not a toy you know ... you can take apart to the core.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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