falling to self

by Matthew Sharp

mothers and fathers
scream experience
in ancient instinctual design
i mock them in modern survival methods
my depression is their anger
my ambition their support
I hear it so loud the voice shatters me off the cliff
falling to see self; my punishment.

missing the bottom to fly
i abandon time yet to be adapted:
the patterns in birth and death
spinning from one pole to another
grows with instinctual intentions
To overthrow the host.
The adaptation trap

so... i can die.
there are things that i love
more than this life
that will never go away
or abandon me with lies


Author's Note:

Posted on 03/13/2007
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/13/07 at 06:26 AM

That there is life outside of the instinctual and patterns set, that one is able to fall "to self" rather than fall into line, or into place in the usual plan set by "experience", this is the real wonder of human life. But it is not easy, as is displayed here...this "overthrow[ing] of the host". Strong insights expressed in strong words.

Posted by William Brunk on 09/17/09 at 08:55 PM

make room for the next...i loved it

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