Just how frail is one's ego–
to feel the need to fuel it by inflicting pain on their own kin?
Does it give you a thrill,
Or a fleeting sense of power–
Of being in control?
What gives you the right?
Who said that was the right?
Surely no one is entitled,
By a measly excuse of gender.
Surely not the tight knot of relation,
Nor the heights you rule from,
Nor the authority you dance on,
Nor the legacy you thrive in.
What happened to your emotionally stable self?
Or is rage no longer an emotion?–
One that certainly isn't stable.
What about the protector you claim to be?–
Providing momentary hope and endless misery,
Feeding maggots and promises you're never going to keep.
Did the mask fall off?
Is the facade not enticing anymore?
Did the greed grow fangs?
Is the weeping vessel not appetizing anymore?
Did hunger's ground shatter?
Did it drag morals into the depths of hell?
What is it that you covet?– the skies?
By wiping out its footing?
How much of humanity would you pile up to reach it?
What amount of sanity are you willing to trade ?
How far would you stretch this atrocity?
Climb how high you can,
Fill the hallucinations to your heart's content,
Revel in your glory while it's still green,
Chase the invisible till you perish,
For the end is not so far if not near,
It is too clear from down here.
~pooja
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 10:17 PM UTC
Just how frail is one's ego–
to feel the need to fuel it by inflicting pain on their own kin?
Does it give you a thrill,
Or a fleeting sense of power–
Of being in control?
What gives you the right?
Who said that was the right?
Surely no one is entitled,
By a measly excuse of gender.
Surely not the tight knot of relation,
Nor the heights you rule from,
Nor the authority you dance on,
Nor the legacy you thrive in.
What happened to your emotionally stable self?
Or is rage no longer an emotion?–
One that certainly isn't stable.
What about the protector you claim to be?–
Providing momentary hope and endless misery,
Feeding maggots and promises you're never going to keep.
Did the mask fall off?
Is the facade not enticing anymore?
Did the greed grow fangs?
Is the weeping vessel not appetizing anymore?
Did hunger's ground shatter?
Did it drag morals into the depths of hell?
What is it that you covet?– the skies?
By wiping out its footing?
How much of humanity would you pile up to reach it?
What amount of sanity are you willing to trade ?
How far would you stretch this atrocity?
Climb how high you can,
Fill the hallucinations to your heart's content,
Revel in your glory while it's still green,
Chase the invisible till you perish,
For the end is not so far if not near,
It is too clear from down here.
~pooja