Placed On Pedestals High

Overbloated by boasted ideals.
And consumed by boosted images.

None of this is real but affects mindsets.
With immaculate pretensions.
Yet...
A collision resides,
Inside where truth is not invited.

In fact,
Neither is a comfort condoned...
In a place one calls 'home'.
In mind, body or spirit!

Although,
A perfectness is expected...
By those who have achieved notoriety!
And they are placed on pedestals high,
Closer to the worshipped heavens!
To maintain robotized lives.
Delighting those deluded and awed,
By human achievements that become idolized.

And rubbing elbows close,
Surviving one sees are their hypocrisies.
Almost as clear as the cracks appearing,
And barely hidden...
On foundations in much need,
Of updated restorations.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!