MY CORE

At the core of my soul

In the depths of my existence

In this complete stillness  

Where the darkness blinds and the silence deafens

I see and I hear clearly

 

At the core of my soul

Where lies do not exist and truth is absolute

My conscience sits on a throne forged in iron

At the core of my soul

Where I dine with the truth

Untouched by the conforming

mirrored projection of my outward self

craving acceptance in an uncivil civilization

 

At the core of my soul

Where things unspoken are the loudest  

and my deepest secrets are bond in chains

and locked in cells littered with guilt

 

At the core of my soul is peace

At the core of my soul is chaos

Reviews

[willweb]

Great poem. It has feeling and a life of its own. I enjoyed reading this today.

[AGHANTI]

Thanks Willweb for reading, I'm happy you enjoyed it.