Elude

Afraid to love, silenced by tradition

encased in stagnation, I fail to move.

Clouded by life’s position and guilted into grace

I go through the motions.

Shallow, lifeless and lacking in devotion

the fear of my own hunger,

arouses the selfish desires.

I am numb to their pain,

but hey, I’m comfortable again.

Can I ever elude myself?

Drown the sorrow of my wealth,

and finally see through

this fascination I have with me?

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_{by Craig M. Coon}