Venting

I do not recognise my own face.
I have stared at this mirror too long.
Features blurred beyond understanding:
My eyes, nose and mouth seem to be wrong.

Eyes
filled with uncertainty
glazed with world-weary despair
no longer conscious of suffering
unwilling and unable to care

Nose
wrinkled in self-disgust
helpless against the world’s stink
ignorant of all the sweet smells
oh whatever would my Grandma think

Mouth
no longer expressive
sneering even to my Mum
filled with universal distaste
twisted by logic which has gone numb

Mind
battle of good and evil
just playing out in my head
withdrawing from reality
wishing for religion to be dead

My intention is not to ridicule,
For platitudes so easily sent.
Empty ideology and rhetoric
Means I feel compelled to vent.

Venting

msdebbie

Joined March 2009

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Artist's Description

Original conclusion
This poem is not for everyone.
Ridicule is not its main intent.
I’m tired of empty platitudes,
Ideology and rhetoric,
And merely wished to vent.

Final stanza reworked on 20 June 2010

Artwork Comments

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