I Like To Write Poetry
My resignation, an idol to which i refute the self of yesterday
Each moon we grow distant, self mutilation now with purpose
Joy when it cuts deep!, absolution to the old flesh
Behold for I am sharper than before but the instrument is mine
It gleams brighter than any artificial star
Seeps through the pollution that clots horizons
My skies are clear
Yet all I see is clouds
Inspired by Jung’s Idea of being an individual in the face of homogenisation.
Feeling free at the realisation of harsh truths and un-solicited baggage that break down the people we think we are, and being able to see and determine the future clearly.
Each moon we grow distant, self mutilation now with purpose
Joy when it cuts deep!, absolution to the old flesh
Behold for I am sharper than before but the instrument is mine
It gleams brighter than any artificial star
Seeps through the pollution that clots horizons
My skies are clear
Yet all I see is clouds
Inspired by Jung’s Idea of being an individual in the face of homogenisation.
Feeling free at the realisation of harsh truths and un-solicited baggage that break down the people we think we are, and being able to see and determine the future clearly.
