Transparent Existence

For the group 'Creative Poetry'.

The idea of a transparent existence

Haunts me

 

Knowing and fearing

The deception that lurks

Beneath the shadows of the surrounding faces

With opaque lives and darkened minds

Their sinister smiles

Indicating the gloom that lies ahead

Or maybe it is sympathy, misinterpreted

That I will share their fate

Rotten repugnant thoughts

Infecting the mind

Like maggots infect a corpse

 

Transparent

No robes of pretensions and lies

Like clear markings on the wall

About the past

The present

And the future

My mind, once an abode

Of the dreams and imagination

Of every colour imagined and seen

Not yet bruised by a reality check

Which brought with itself

The ghastly nightmares of future

And filled my present with ominous threats

Perhaps my life was too easy to decipher

Living every predictable second

Living a life with strings in some else’s hands

 

Would you not rather be isolated and safe

Than be social and insecure?

Would you not dare to make your own mistakes

Than repeat the old ones?

Would you not dare to close your mind

Fearing a theft of your secrets?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The idea of a transparent existence

Haunts me still

For I know not what is to come

But the way they smirk and glare at me

Maybe they do

Author's Note

And...?

Reviews

[realmwriter]

No One knows what is come. No matter how well we plan our lives, sometimes things just don't go as planned. Yet looking into such a bleak future as a transparent exsistance is indeed a haunting thought. Sometimes we put it all under a cloak and hope no one sees but in the end we all know that it is on display for the world to see no matter how much we try to hide it.
If one does not one to see right through one then one ought to keep ones thoughts and feelings in ones mind, because as yet, that is the only place they are still safe.

[Groovy]

wonderful write

[J.V. Stanley]

I am quite impressed by this one, the fear of living perhaps...of standing out. Shall someone live in anonymity living the cookie-cutter lifestyle out of fear or shall someone break the mold, create ones' own face within this world. Are we defined by the mistakes we have made, or do those mistakes help to round out who we are as a person?

Living every predictable second

Living a life with strings in some else’s hands


I as one who prefers a degree of predictability simply because that is what I am used to is now thrust into the world of unpredictability and am all the more happy for it yet frightened at the same time. Knowing what will come next helps one to prepare but in all honesty we cannot truly predict the outcome of our lives, we can merely steer ourselves where we want to go by the decisions that we make. And to allow someone to make those decisions for us, will only cause us to float about this world blindly and end up somewhere unintended. For it is our life to live, not someone elses' to live vicariously through. We are accountable for our own actions...

overall lovely, insightful poem with wistful words that retain so much depth.

[Lily Mae]

This has my mind going in all different directions...it is an excellent write..and is very complex...only each individual can know where they are in all this..and hope it's the right choice...x

[Coyote Poetry]

You open the door to many good questions.
"Would you not rather be isolated and safe
Than be social and insecure?"
I believe we are losing our rights. Took many things away from us the government. Too many rules and laws. I really be alive and social. Then dead and follow the cattle to the slaughterhouse. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[∂αʌ<..]

Fabulous writing Siya...wow...you captivated me!
a master piece!^^

[Poetic Beauty]

The last stanza is a power punch. It is a great poem. We all live insecurity but hiding from the world will not solve the problem. It will only make us lonely and more insecure.

[Chris]

A life of "sameness" everything and one alike... no heart... no soul.

Chris

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This is excellent a real mind thinker!