Oleg Vorobyov

Silver Star - 3,178 Points (11.05.1970 / Kazakhstan)

Robbed Of My Self - Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

Robbed I am of my Self (The Robber can be none?)
So I e'n deeper delve to see who could have done
The deed.- To my dismay the answer's on display:

The robber's vacuum of my unmoving heart
With its light-barring gloom, whence all calousness start!

The robber's merciless, has severed me of sense:
I'm naked, shorn of dress, like overpolished lense!

He's flung me rags instead, the rags of listless wake.
I've to asylum fled for stupefaction's sake

The sanity of heart, the sanctuary of soul
Unviolable? Drat! - They're rotten, not that whole!

The robber's me derobed. Nonentity I am
With heart which never bled, (in my severe rhyme)
Like gaunt and maneless lion...

Topic(s) of this poem: coldness, indifference

Form: Sonnet

Poet's Notes about The Poem

It's like sometimes failing to know oneself as a man with a heart, and what you confront is a cold fish, automaton

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2018

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