Stifled is the word that comes to mind,
To be bound by its grip is reprehensible.
Caught up, slowed down, feeling consumed
By all its emotionally draining power, I
Have become a shell, a remnant of my former
Self and I am beaten, facing a future only
In death can the characteristics and the
Promise of peace and fulfillment be realized.
I have become that which is abhorrent:
Weakened, torn down, made subservient by
Devotion to a concept, a call to a duty that—
Over time—diminished me as a human being,
One once thought favored by his creator.
For I have laid naked my sword and freely
Impaled myself on it, unknowing the full
Ramification of the act;
For I am its disciple, its agent, and by that
Notion, exercise what it means to realize and
Appreciate the not-so-obvious truth that lies
Interlaced—distinct and dormant—within the
Framework of Man's intellect and his ability
To understand.
Frame work of man's intellect and his ability to understand I'll say, man's understanding is very little! Although we may think that we know a lot, the truth is, we know very little! Without God, we are loss...! Thanks for sharing, R B Seals!
A case of one being a slave to his desires, concept, or idea. Here one does not possess an idea, the idea possesses the person. A very unpleasant situation to be in. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Feeling is caught up with slow mind and nice wind in flow we realize. Wise sharing...10