Mathew Lewis

Rookie - 0 Points (07 March 1987 / Cape Town)

Rationality - Poem by Mathew Lewis

What is pain?
An ill constructed metamorphosis
Of rationality gone sour?
Good for nothing other than
Self regulated depression.
To think and to feel is all.
And when emptiness is a bedmate
Who holds you in her arms at night?
When loneliness is not a feeling
So much as a way of life,
What then is our rationality?
Rationality pulls at the worms
Of cogency like a hungry ha-de-da
Dismembering each one,
Tasting the earth of our existences
And then discarding them for dead.
I could be rational; to what end?
So I can justify my pain, my
Depression, my cogency of emptiness?
If I must feel the way I do
I ask just one favour:
That you do not rationalize me
And condemn me to some
Pseudo justifiable existence.
Life is only rational when you forget to live.

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,383 Points Tony Karas (7/3/2013 11:12:00 AM)

    Extremely powerful. I so understand this because I've been there. Hell, I live there. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, August 30, 2010


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