Arrogance is a heavy burden
Invisible and unrecognised by its carrier
But easily seen and recognised by everyone else
Beneath that burden is a hidden pain
And a deep well of lack of self worth

The inner issues we ignore
We create in the world we see instead

If it is too painful to look at the worthlessness
That we were taught belonged to us
We look for others to carry it for us
Generation after generation
A self perpetuating dis ease

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on June 22, 2013, in Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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