The real lost in reality ...
Proverbs 9:17-18
17 “Stolen waters are sweet,
and food obtained in secret is pleasant!”
18 But they do not realize that the dead are there,
that her guests are in the depths of the grave?
The real lost in reality
Now it’s here and then it’s gone, a city drowned in water
Sounds a lot like life and death in a world that does not bother
What is here and what is gone if things just change in composition
Are all thoughts just overdone in search for more nutrition?
What is reality to be if founded on confusion?
Does it start with you or me as all appears an illusion?
Could it be that being free has its own restrictions?
Imposed by men who want to be leaders of affliction
Jan Wienen
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.