Finally, after this poetic drought, I was finally able to produce a poetic piece. Hope you enjoy.
We all claim to be different from the prior abusers.
Proving to others how different we are but loathe the fact of being different.
So, we run while perpetrating to be something, someone else.
Then, one day, we lose ourselves because we've spent eras and generations being society's slaves - society is the pimp and we are the prostitutes.
Not only have we lost our freedom, blood, and tears.
We've lost our value.
When you look in the mirror, whose reflection do you see?
Blindly conforming; are your thoughts your own?
Or have you been brainwashed into trading your will for what they have to offer?
No, we're not as different as we're killing others and ourselves just to get.
Fighting just to survive.
Despite countless ethnicities, backgrounds, or color, when I look in the mirror... I see you staring back at me.
And I at you:
Then, I realize... you're no longer the owner of your soul.
You sold it.
Praying for death, but the earth will never embrace your putrefying flesh.
Zombification was the ultimate result.
As we all will suffer the same fate.
Our will today is not our own. - "Hollow" © J.N. McGhee, 5/31/2018
(Pixabay Picture, Copyright belongs to the owner of this picture).
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