The Knife Of Hypocrisy

PoetryA Requiem

Jan 4

Written By Zachary Phillips

The knife of hypocrisy
Cuts deep
My shadow’s blood
Leaks
Painting an already ruined floor

The boat’s mooring
Has come undone
Now we drift
Upon the whims of a moon
Covered by cloud

The dehydrated man
Dares not drink
Because he knows
He cannot swim

The monkey
Rages in the cage
He created for himself

The ant
Toils with its fellows
Oblivious of the destruction
Left in the wake
Of their queen’s rage

I write
Words on a page
Knowing they will never be understood
By those
Who inspired them

This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

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Zachary Phillips

Zachary Phillips is a psychotherapist, meditation instructor, author, and poet. He helps people identify and release the limiting beliefs that no longer serve, process the past, accept the present, and embrace the future with positivity and purpose.

https://www.zachary-phillips.com/about

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