Face the day in a wasted state, a taste of hate, bitterness as he <br />wastes away like patients with aids, chasing pavements in his dreams <br />so he seems to be on a precipice, as he struggles for expressiveness <br />he's confessing this, yet he questions if reality's made up of this <br />eventually he begins to see the futility of revealing truth to these <br />unwilling 'G''s, who seem to be unwillingly lost in life's carnalities <br />the fallacies of reality astounding him mentally and psychologically <br />pounding him with logic and rationality, as he fights against society <br /> <br />The soul screams, the lies seem so real, reality seems like a dream <br />the soul schemes, like a soldier trying to fight a make believe enemy <br />the soul centered in eternity, but carnality takes the center stage <br />the mind of man in rage, traps the eternal soul in this limited cage <br /> <br />Within a shell like a jail cell, a soul screaming for release, <br />to no avail, futile the unheard shouts go unheeded completely <br />screaming silently, 'release me', blind and deaf to it's pleeding <br />total ignorance of his self, eyes wide open but inner eye not seeing <br />barely believing in his own being, he sold the truth for ignorant lies <br />socialized to a degree he believes there's no need to conceptualize <br />The effects of life cause the man to deny his emotional core defense <br />the rejected soul alone stranded on an island in an ocean of ignorance <br /> <br />The soul screams, dreams undreamed never to see the light of reality <br />the soul bleeds, visions of immortality fade away with individuality <br />the soul lost in temporality, carnality overrides the mind of mankind <br />less defined, trapped on this desert island, dying, but the soul never dies<br /><br />John Vogel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stranded-on-an-island/
