We are the used,

We are the used,

discarded and abused.

We’ve had the emotional skin peeled back, slowly and methodically,

from our bones and have been taken aback.

We are consumed by fantasy, consumerism, and society.

We’ve forgotten about ourselves and who we mean to be.

We are the invariable fools.

Destroyed in a realm, not of reality.

Oblivious to the notion that we might be tools.

Only to be used for a time.

Trying desperately through prayers and quiet

solitude to find a way back to

the sublime.

We are the deluded, our nature polluted,

by our grievous deeds.

Sewing, dark and devious seeds.

We act, without thought, or consideration to consequence, indeed.

Because we are naïve.