My Human Condition
Lowly do I walk my shameful life,
incumbent ruse and malignant strife,
as do I find my views inept,
I struggle with paradigms once kept,
and so in loathing self I placate my dreams,
by angst and violent tragic scenes,
to uphold the notions of abject abuse,
the world unloads yet I refuse;
and tall I walk in my shadow cast,
of all the crumbled prayers I asked,
and silence from a god of ambivalence,
who chose to deem me less than equivalent,
and though I know my worth far more,
than what I feel so underscored,
by all this pity and morose repertoire,
I yield to silence just to jar, my soul.
For none divine before me states,
lesser am I in this kingdom’s fate,
perhaps its me with abstract view,
to judge myself a human ruse,
when humanity abides the same forsaken dreams,
and lowly walks the hallowed streets,
fallen short of expectations,
too blind to follow such deviations;
how true I am to my own cursed faults,
when life exonerates the pure of thought,
and I beheld of nothing more
than the learning of my ilk,
and follow all I dare to win,
dismiss the losses of everything,
and suffer I in human skin,
all I am and all I bring.
Human I am and beauty I’ll win,
if only I could see it within,
and forgive all of my innate sin,
to relieve my human condition.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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4 thoughts on “My Human Condition”
Great poem, Tony. We always have an inner struggle with our human condition. I love the rhyme and message
Thanks John, pleased you appreciated it. cheers!
We who suffer the human condition must strive to find the beauty within. Well written Tony.
Indeed, thanks Phyllis, glad you appreciated it. Cheers!