The Ideal Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The Ideal



I was way too into you
You robbed me of humor, you robbed me of depth
You bundled me up into your coat of lies
And carried me away on a bullying pretext

A pretext based on language that conveys perfection
An ideal which was not possible to reach

Burned my eyes on too long appraisals
Seemed different in darkness without the artificial glow
Patted the head of secretly hateful offspring
I was their feasting lamb sheared of contentment

The way you twist encouragement
The way you empower purity
The dome forms over an isolated population
Total population = you and me

For you kept me from the necessary social mistakes
Kept me firm
And rigid in notion
Innocent of hypocrisy's necessity

Saturday, April 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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