I am aware of who I am and need no gods or goddesses born of archaic pantheons crushing the will of mortals beneath a gilded heel... I am not the servant you wish me to be and will not bow to the self-indulgent whims of Chaos and Entropy Immortal children cannot maintain... I am aware of who I am and will ponder your philosophy while puzzling at the pedestal you've placed yourself upon that narrows at its base and is sure to topple over... You, who place yourself so high, will fragment into pieces and all your mighty priests will fade... I hold no love for gods or goddesses haunting dusty halls I need not tread to discover who I am For I am the child that trembles in the darkness. Fearful, yet mesmerized, as shadows play across the land I am the sibling that quarrels and loves— The fierce tackle and the gentle embrace— A rivalry steeped in compassion. I am the son who disappoints, and the son that brings pride. I am the pillar of friendship that often falls and is lifted in unity by those around him to lend strength where he may. I am the husband that often fails, and is loved despite a fractured coil, but will always do his best. I am the father, who seeks to be the man his children need him to be and that worries he is not... No, I need no gods or goddesses, nor garish priests professing salvation, though I will ponder your philosophy. While You, who place yourself so high, will fragment into pieces born of archaic pantheons when you discover and are crushed
beneath the whims of Chaos and Entropy that mortal children choose not to entertain... I am aware of who I am.
Copyright © 2021 by Keith E. Sparks Jr.
First Appeared in Quintessence by Soul Poet Society
Available on Amazon.
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