Afar From The World I Call Home Poem by Sneha Murali

Afar From The World I Call Home



Vicariously, I live as the world dies
Subliminally, I fight, as time flies
For a heavenly being such as myself
Can never be propitiated
Can never be held down by worldly pleasures
I do not belong here, in this realm
To watch, as mortal marrow is harrowed.
I belong in Utopia, not created by a god
Not created by the universe or the molecules of vanity
But created through my sanity and disapprobation of everything unreal
I am not human, I am spelled by emptiness, born out of animosity
Watching as the hostile world I thought as home crumbles to dust
Perhaps ill-will will keep my brain from rust.
I ride the vicious cycle of inopportune happenings
Without brakes, I ride it through the haunts of disparity
Its no surprise how used I am to indifference
I am, after all, a heavenly being. Seraphic, I'd like to believe
Escaping the infernal world by staying alive as the world dies


Copyright © 2011 by Sneha Murali

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