Clay Souls

[verum]

Silent, inanimate, ensconced on shelves,
Unceasingly questioning existence,
Relics, ashes, remnants of inner selves.
Most, sadly, take paths of least resistance.

Only we can break through the walls of clay,
Walls put up by animated society,
Built by the masks who often betray.
The time is now for a vicious mutiny.

The emptiness newly arisen,
The walls closing in on my captured core.
I long to escape my clay walled prison,
And forever condemned without saviour.

Is this a cycle of mere confusion,
Or simply a subconscious illusion?

[kiz_paws]

I enjoyed this poem, verum (omg, love that avatar, "V for V" is my favorite movie), and welcome indeed to LitNet. :D

My favorite section of the poem would be

The emptiness newly arisen,
The walls closing in on my captured core.
I long to escape my clay walled prison,
And forever condemned without saviour.Good Stuff! :)

[verum]

thanks a lot, i appreciate the comments!