Comforted In Ease

Appearances have kept them locked,
Into traps.
A physical existence,
Has made sure their minds...
Stay blinded like that.

Caught up and teased,
By what 'necessitates'...
A life of luxury comforted in ease,
They kill themselves for that.
And do it literally.

Appearances have kept them locked,
Into traps.
A physical existence,
Has made sure their minds...
Stay blinded like that.

And like bats living in caves,
Darkened to provide satisfactions intact.
Nothing outside of their programmed comfort zone...
Is going to convince them,
What they have is not 'owned'. It's just on loan.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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