A Consolation For My Ego Poem by jathin aka jesuzz

A murmur in the mind
A call unanswered,
This charlatan must be masked.
His iron shackles tightened,
For he is restless to break free

He is going down in flames,
And he is pulling me with him.
O’ Juggler of fire balls,
Standing atop the gun powder barrel.

What is that you ask of me?
Neither fame or name do I have
Nor Dollar or dames do I possess
I am the rider with eyes
But like a steed in rage you run blind.

The wounds on you I do see
To heal, the means I do have
But stop this race to nowhere.
This maddening spiral to abyss of annihilation
For surely that isn’t the reason for your creation

Recover we shall, for i have faith in you
Rejoice in my love for you, for you are saved
For I am not god nor devil
I am just
The calmer self of you.