Sinister sincerity

Searching all your life for who you are
is like a labyrinth without an end
of vanity just leading you around in circles
into never-ending constantly increasing darkness.
You are nothing, just a fleeting shadow
having no identity unless you make up one
which only will be a deceiving mask
to cover up the black hole of your personality.
Your thoughts are wells of bottomless abyssals,
and the seriousness of their profundity is better never shared
as your most arguable visions might prove true
like your most sinister and criti8cal conclusions.
Just forget yourself and who you are
and be at least incessantly creative
like a spiritual being reduced to only concentration;
and at least you won't do any harm
to anyone but to yourself in your sincerity
of staying out of life just to be true at least to truth.

Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2016-11-26 at 11:48

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I suppose that is what being human is. being able to ponder these things. This is kind of a litany of life. It comes out hard and fast and with sincerity.

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