Denial

An impractical dreamer of dreams
A platonic idealist
A man not susceptible to the general enthusiasm
I alone am in the wrong
An outsider

Nurtured in the deep bowels of malcontent
A dream dreamt on a heavy heart hence sent

Body spent and toiled on taking no heed , quite rightly
For mine divided selves spoke softly of splitting souls and final breath

Pain was but a trial in moral freedom
A cruel extreme endurance lacking spiritual break
To reach upon highest purpose and unconscious spirit

Abed ,in deep slumber is my bodily esse
As self finds no senses to contempt

If only but holy were wills stirred in us
To invoke lights of purpose, of consciousness
ONWARDS !! to guilt , to lies , to life

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