My ability to interact with the world is zero,
ability to REACT to the world very low also
My ability to be touched by the world is al-
most zero too: it used to be my life quest to
Give meaning to life and find the reason for
existence - now that I know truth is relative;
Subjective - AND - I'm trying to honour the
inner conviction everyone treasures, I find
It is difficult to honour MY OWN truth: How
to decide which meaning to appropriate for
Myself - am I too lazy to exercise a freedom
that is mine to claim if only I would be willing
To break the rules governing my life? Being
on pension means being irrelevant in terms
Of production; though humanitarian causes
abound - How does one set about running
Around serving when the true philanthropist
jumps into the cannibal's pot - and being on
Pension - to me, at least - means being so
isolated within Covid 19 - it's a suspension
Of the reality we grew up with and now I am
left with a travesty of what we once thought
Was logical and good: BUT life cannot have
any value if it is conditional on living as if we
Were dead already? The real and only worth-
while goal of life is to figure out how to die with
Dignity as soon as possible: How to reach non-
physical life to take charge of consciousness -
Because living life within an emptiness like this
is not real - it should be described as hell itself!
[Written - Pretoria, South Africa - Monday
2 August 2021]
This poem mesmerizes me, wonderfully told and so true. That's poetry for! 5 Stars full dear poetess!
Because living life within an emptiness like this is not real - it should be described as itself! Very impressing poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, you make my day, now I feel so different!