Mote Of Indulgence

Mote Of Indulgence

A Poem by John Prophet

Mote of
indulgence.
Self
indulgent.
Importance
allowed.
Pumping
up worth.
Pride
beckons,
cajoling.
Whispering
lies.
Adrift
in the
void.
Focused
on
triviality.
Mote of
existence.
Negligible
understanding
of being.
Mere crumb
in the
milieu.
Lost
on the
edge of
nothingness.
Lack of
 meaning.
Self
impressed
nonetheless.
Control.
Grabbing
insignificance
as prize,
holding
up.
On high.
Looking
down,
inflated
pride.
Seeing
only what
can be
seen.
Oblivion.
Scratches
in the dust.
Oblivious.
Just
oblivious
to god’s
mind view!
A mote
in the
void.
In the
end,
nothing
more.

© 2022 John Prophet


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What's frightening is these people get elected to office.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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John Prophet

2 Years Ago

Hi JB,
yup, I’m afraid it’s not the cream that rises to the top. Thanks for reading.
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