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Existence
by Neil D Ostroff → (All Poetry by Neil D Ostroff)
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We are all alone
Lost souls drifting, swimming in blind orbits of success
We are creatures who seek sex and death and reason
We submit to truth through distorted guides
Who lead us blindly into false salvation
We see ourselves as the center
When we are only an insignificant part
We lust for death
Hypnotized by media dreams
Always trying to comprehend that sacred insight
We're crying out for feeling
A warmth that rarely comes
An empty void where pain is cold and true love absent
Ruled by emotions we have failed to understand
We are searching for truth
Through clouded judgement
Desperately seeking our spiritual half
To live incomplete
A jigsaw puzzle unfinished
Delves the mind into a stagnant path

We are born into soft, angelic wings
Nestled and caressed by ghost images
That seem bright in a child's innocent eyes
The darkness comes as a great surprise

Abused body
Long lost forgotten potential
To discover the secret to late to enjoy
Time has a way of creating situations
Changing what was once the same

Is there a God?
Is life just a tired run strung out on empty pages?
To play the game of the wolrd
Put on a mask and become the fool
Guiding confusion through the wilderness

In this late hour last stage of life
A thrusting hand leads us toward
The severed land
Death is a final sigh
That creeps into life like a spider
Devouring the soul and sucking consciousness
Leaving behind our larval container

Our shell


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 Reviews of "Existence"
Reviewed by Regis Schilken
Reviewed on July 30, 2013
Your poem says for so many of us, our doubt about our being and our existence. Yes, why are we here? What will be our final end. It is as if your SPIDER will creep in and "suck consciousness" before we have any answer. Why?

Reviewed by Clarence Prince
Reviewed on June 25, 2011
Is there a God? Yes, Neil, there is! Unless there's someone that can prove otherwise, then, I have to maintain the fact that there is. Take courage and look up.


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