RSS Feed

A Secular Anxiety

A secular anxiety radiates from beneath our

Hollowed arch

Yet, a segregation through bias ,

never came to be

Despite the every opportunity,

we offered up,

as we upturned our bronzed cups,

spilling the last few bits upon

the tiling grout,

when we turned our back

On life,

by choosing the choice of lethargy

over the brilliance alive in lights illuminating pane

yet still,

even after understanding rendered true,

we remained doing what we so often chose to do,

filching when it was an

opportunity to give



About hobgoblin2011

I'm a poet and aspiring screenwriter/songwriter with a passion for film, art, photography, philosophy and heavy metal. I love reading, mainly non-fiction, comic books, graphic novels, myth and reference. Family always comes first for me. I'm a proud father to two wonderful pups and two curious cats. I'm also a glutton for punishment aka the life of being a diehard Buffalo Bills and Sabres fan.

4 responses »

  1. nice one hobgoblin

  2. i like those first two lines, really brings you into the poem.

  3. Lovely writing, so often we all seem to turn our backs when we should be moving forwards.

  4. Poetry requires Truth and Beauty. Even a harsh self truth is Beauty in this poem. Thank you.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: