Untitled Poem

hands

enveloping my face without postage

stamps. just the

wet saliva

marks

smeared across your sweaty palms.

 

sloppy blue pen marks

scribbled on my

forehead. no name

or direction to drag

me to.

 

i am but

a mere human soul

blind along this path

of ambition. what if dreams are

false realms

of the imagination and joy

is simply a mirage

of the heart?

 

what if acceptance is my virtue.

satisfaction

is surreal.

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Interesting. The soul as a package, traveling along the assembly line of life. No clear direction, no clear instructions.
You slowly begin to challenge us..our views of what we think to be true: dreams, joy.
Now "acceptance" I believe can be taken a few different ways. One, is to embrace the fact that true joy can never be known (that is, to be understood as being true), and we are then left only with the tangible. We accept ourselves as is, or we seek out the acceptance of others; in this way we fill our soul.

I believe it can also be taken in a spiritual sense. We conclude that life is meaningless unless we find acceptance from above (or within, depending on your sense of spirituality).
Interesting piece. I am curious to see the other perspectives.
Cheers!