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Ego, Our Jailer and Tormentor: A Poem

Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.


Like beast in daily need for something killed

ego feeds on remains of our dead dream

having made sure it couldn't be fulfilled

while ably replacing our self-esteem.

To ego life is all about surviving

not about dreams and happy ending

it's about struggle and constant striving

while using our false pride and pretending.

Driven by its exaggerated existential fear

it compensates with its fancy makeup

always switched to surviving gear

causing us nervous breakup.

It's posing as something that truly we are

but also succeeding most of the time

playing its ego games often bizarre

in theater of this popular crime.

Wherever you look, it's egos that you see

presenting souls with some fancy labels

acting out what soul doesn't want to be

in this human zoo of countless fables.

Ever ready to argue, to beg, or complain

vulnerable -- but hiding it as best as it can

it's our jailer and tormentor driving us insane

globally perverting the genuine essence of man.

© 2021 Val Karas

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