Empty

Do you take pleasure in the treasure you think you’ve been given?
Piles of esoteric gold, effervescent gems and slivers of silver;
You parade yourself like a prince to convince people of royalty,
Demanding loyalty to your kingdom of quince at which they wince;
You live in a house of cards built on shameful shards of stone,
Yet you imagine this pretended palace a place of happy showcase,
But tis only thallus labyrinth built by Daedalus with no escape;
Yet you imagine your heart full as you depart from all rationality
In finality of abnormality as you sit empty on your sullied settee.

Empty

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12 thoughts on “Empty

  1. Ah! the folly of a head full of precarious vanity
    Takes it’s toll sooner or later on one’s sanity

    We came empty handed, even this body is on loan
    Do all the good we can, become beautiful to the bone

    Heaven or hell, our deeds will decide, soon or long
    We’ll go back to dust, from whence life had sprung!

  2. This made me smile: ” kingdom of quince at which they wince;” – I love quinces. But they can be the driest and the most sour fruit if they are not ripe.
    No matter how hard we try, we will never be able to “buy” salvation.
    I hope you are having a beautiful morning.
    Be blessed,
    Dajena πŸ™‚

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