It’s almost as if your blood is sour
he said.
You could pull out your heart and examine it
if you like.
It would be an attempt to describe its leanings
don’t you think?
I feel like I’m talking to myself…
He had been haunting me like a ghost
for several days
and I had learned to ignore him, sort of.
I named him Criticus, which he didn’t appreciate
but his constant gentle nagging had begun to wear on me.
I have been trapped in this dark room
for a long time
and my puppets as I call them
appear every now and then
to break the silence
and feed the void.
I am The Director
the main mask and the keeper of personality.
I keep the noisy insiders at bay
as well as I can
but it’s a losing battle.
So I let them speak
and try to keep them from wreaking havoc…
I name them and study them
in the framework of this fleshy statue.
And every human being I have ever met
has them, but most don’t notice;
they call them “moods”.
Criticus sighs a lot and I can tell frowns
when I yield to the weaknesses and foolishness.
I will not let you despair he said,
we have work to do.
The doorbell rang, and I turned toward the door.
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“I am The Director the main mask and the keeper of personality.”
Amazing, love the metaphor, humor and originality. tfs
Thanks for that!
Society, we were taught, and learned subsequently to understand, doesn’t give a hoot for feelings. Politically correct is almost demanded, answering “How are you?” requiring the subtler lie of “Fine, thank you, and you?” Mercifully the page does not charge us with a fault, and I likewise love your metaphor.
so so true. thank you for the insight