David Taylor Poems
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A Confusion Of Mixed Feelings
In the outward movement of our senses
we revel in a range of tastes
many very fine and some we know
to be perhaps a little base.
They all have one thing in common
these enjoyments that we partake
they all need something from outside
to fill a need we find inside.
And when fully satisfied
in a deep contentment we then reside
one that we feel was delivered
by the tasty dish that our senses savoured.
That is the error that I spy
Ohh no that’s not it say I.
This contentment, deep satisfaction
Is revealed when we no longer feel
that we lack that which...
Who Am I?
Downcast and burdened with a thousand cares.
Staring at a complex world of conflict and despair.
Imagining the worst and gripped by fear.
Forgetting who I am,
and what is really there.
Thinking I am this and that,
and becoming tired and scared.