Anger building up inside, putting pressure on my mind, going
ahead, ignoring it's pain, looking out at life, it's glory
hidden, seeking inside, answers to it's plight.
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filthy pride, good writing, thanks. please read my new poems and say something.
William Faulkner said his over-arching theme in all if his novels was THE HUMAN HEART IN CONFLICT WITH ITSELF. Building on his insight I think this poem is THE HUMAN MIND in conflict with itself. The intelligence cannot make sense of things, it's helpless in the face of all the negativity. I think the best that it can do is make a path through all these negative things and seek refuge in its depths. For the time being it cannot think its way out of the dilemmas. Your poem is a powerful statement of life winning a temporary victory over the sovereign mind. But it won't last, will it?