Maybe I’m not human

                             Maybe I’m just a vessel of flesh

                Maybe I’m a prison for emotion

Where indifference is preached

                                Where hate is denied

            To conserve energy of the deprived

                                  It feels like I’m in a fight

              Over details of introspect

As my ego worships

The sparkling sea of shattered love

Maybe my fights are staged

                                    So hope and faith

                Are destroyed by hate

                                Maybe I’m not human

         Maybe I’m the first spawn

From the orgy of man and technology

                                  Maybe my small thoughts

            Are lost in the infinite box

Maybe my significance is that of a rock

Or the un-ticks of a motionless clock

Impersonating An Angel
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy

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