Mantren
Behind closed eyes
Feel the form shift in shape
When you project these transitional lies
in defence and defiance
In heart, in soul, but mind-
I’ve accepted this presence
An allowance to risk
A welcoming of potential destruction
A selfish question, impossible desire
Death of form, death of self
The door is what you imagine it to be
Open and afraid, closed and honest alike
Burn in this process
Burn in the ego
Burn in the becoming of self
A constant companion
Ideology of self-preservation
Omnipotent, omnipresent
A pattern of mind
A future heaven made of present hell
The transition will not free you
A futile path to end of self
Fulfillment is beyond reach
Short term pleasure for which you must and will settle
Becoming the ideal, attaining the desired
Becoming the curse, rid of the purity
Burn in this process
Burn in the ego
Burn in the becoming of self
Burn in self-indulgent benevolence
Burn in this endeavour
Burn until it is done
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First time sharing any kind of my own poetry, I’m interested to hear if or how anyone relates to this and what it says to them on a personal level.
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Posted Mar 14, 2026, 12:28 AM UTC