In the middle

Matthew 16:26 

26 For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?

 

In the middle

 

Don’t you know the answers? Do you have the questions?

Everyone is searching for a slice of the pie

Like a ballet dancer you move through the fractions

With expectations lurching as a deathly lie

 

Always in the fore-ground piping your own music

Taking bows constantly before the play has ended

After each and every round you seem not to be with it

Smiling silly endlessly for whatever you pretended

 

What if the play ends suddenly when you least expect it?

What if your number is called in the middle of your act?

What if the applause constantly has you so distracted

that in your never ending fall you lose all as a matter of fact?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

Comments

syntheticroses

This is the best poem I've read in a long time. Keep writing poetry because this was amazing :)

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