Realization #5

The time has come to burn my delusions
of conceited notions of perfection.
Humbled by my recently acquired awareness,
the late past rapidly shoots before my eyes
and I am forced to reflect.
This scarring “reality” of my mind has ruined
my innocence and hurt the innocent.
Who is the victim here? In the mirage,
I am the victim, hunted by someone else’s
weak impulses and obsessions.
But who is really the victim?
He is the victim…but only of my mistakes
which left me alone in this dark cave of guilt ,
still victim to my arrogance
and refusal to admit I was wrong.

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