Fallacy

The circle now complete we
live in the purgatory
of our own creation
questioning each deed, and thought
dissecting our choice of paths
indulging in our perverse mental masturbation
content that we have reached the climax
of our lives, and can now find comfort
in the lords embrace.
In our conceit we ignore
the stained sheets we’ve tossed aside,
wash the mucous from our hands
glorying in the satisfaction
of our self gratification;
yet no child screams at birth
and hope has been aborted.

Author notes

I have often wondered if I have made any meaningful contribution to my family, my neighbors, my community or my world and have thought if I will truly be content at my time of death or has my life being just a self absorbed existence which has not brought meaning to anyone and only a pretense of living to myself.