PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You dance with your eyes tight shut

blocking out the glare of reality

Engaged in your own games with own rules

and little sense of empathy



Snapped shut is your heart

broken and mended with the sins of others

you stand on your wall of morality

Looking down on the messiah



raised is your estimation of yourself

This is Hitlers Jerusalem

You stand hand raised in gestapo reverance

Let's all shine like you



We empty our minds

and feed on your diet of twisted truths

mindless anecdotes and empty pregnant

pauses





All that fuels you is your hatred, your mind-made-up attitude

that plummets angels,

spiralling downwards

in floods of anguish and terror





Your time is marked 666

It adorns your grave

Your gravel pit

of missed arrows of reflection

It is only by looking at ourselves

we learn,

mirror image me

Look into your eyes if you can bear it.