Theme: Paradox

The Exact Opposite

I put my hands over a freezing fire
I fall to the ground and land on a soft rock
I look up to the sky and what do I notice
A group of worms burrowing into the clouds

I cannot feel the warmth with the shoes on my hands
Nor can I feel the cold with the gloves on my feet
I can see the suffering with my own ears
I can hear the torment with my own eyes

I shout with a whisper
I whisper with a shout
I am dead and I am conscious of that
I am beaming with life and cannot feel a thing

Yes I am confused, bordering the depths of craziness
That is how I was made, molded and shaped
Because the world led me to believe
That what is bad is in fact good.


More By  :  Allen Steble

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