Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2016
A person will make a mistake
And mistakes will create the persona.
A person will wear this fake
Guise to musk the odour.

The scent of an imperfect idea.
A spontaneous thought so mighty
As to command action without fear,
Yet atrophies in the absence of sovereignty.

The fearless becomes the fearsome;
Tactful and timid we conceive a new face.
From the angst of letting go; we succumb
To duality, tightening the noose

Around our inner gumption.
All this for an artificial reputation.
Sive Myeki
Written by
Sive Myeki  South Africa
(South Africa)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems