Feigned attempts to capture reality
Signs and symbols hold its impression
In too deep, I believe signs for reality
I realise the mask it wears
The dirt hints at something pure before
Failing to touch the purity
Simulation punches me down
Imitation wins to catch me in an illusion
The maps of the world are on fire
The world feels the heat
When all that is happening is
The symbol being destroyed
A symbolic death does not mean
death for all it represented
All it suggests is a need for a new sign
for you to lose yourself in its artificiality
Curtains hide the atrocities
to give you the symbols of the new reality
A jargon language you don’t understand
so the bending of the moral laws
is easier for them as you are alienated
ironically
in your sprawling tight-knit urban city
Glimpses of reality in dreams shaken off as glitches
As you delve deep into the capitalistic facade
forgetting the soul that you needed to grow
You’ve entered simulacrum
Symbols representing symbols
Metaphors characterising metaphors
Now the mention of reality is a conspiracy
It’s a word not found in the dictionary
and the perception of life twisted
The new real takes you away from you
but madness helps you
You break off and turn inwards
Very cool! I’m loving your poetry. Very abstract concepts and great imagery.
Thank you. I’m glad you’re liking them 🙂
Granted, if souls exist, it certainly seems as though they’re uncommon among the capitalist class. Somehow, they keep convincing people to sell theirs. Whatever the price, it’s too low.
Haha that’s an astute observation 🙂
Thank you! 🙏