On Pointless Introspection

free verse

I am an ostrich, hiding deep within myself,
My head submerged in murky moods,
Screaming in a vacuum.
No, not a vacuum, but a sound-proof room,
With walls of ten-foot stone,
A fortress,
Clammy, cold and, dimly lit,
That admits no sound,
But the monotonous percussion,
Of a heart that knows the one eternal truth:

We are born dying,
And every breath that we take,
Every beat of our heart,
Brings us one step closer,
To the grave.

It is easy to forget a world exists outside,
My diminutive cell when my teeth chatter,
Not from the absence of warmth,
But from the absence of meaning.

Perspective, perspective, perspective,
Echoes through my fruitless cell.

I am a foolish,
Ugly bird,
Cowardly bird,
But needlessly.

I heard a song today, a soothing melody,
Sung by an angel dressed in woman's clothes;
Oh, sing again, dear love, I had
Almost forgotten your sweet voice!

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This poem felt so insular until I was distracted by the song of the Angel in woman’s clothing. What a beautiful write Victor. Sometimes we need to break away from the four walls of our mind and take a look outside. Yes, perspective can make a huge difference. Have a lovely weekend.

Chris

[Victor D. Lopez]

Thank you, Chris. Had I spent more time really looking outward instead of living in my own head life would have been so much sweeter for both my angel/wife and me.