The World of Deceit

By Mathew Owens

The World of Deceit is the first a collection of poems by Mathew Owens. It ranges for the dark and highly critical, to the light hearted and almost romantic. Original started as a way of dealing with depression and expressing himself, quickly turned into a project consuming time like a hungry animal, now it here and finished. With poems dealing with depression, love, friends, relationships and some bordering on fantasy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Dec 2, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465304254

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Depression

I sit here staring out at things I should enjoy

That should inspire my mind, stir my soul

But that’s not what’s there, not anymore

The bland view of creams and greys

A sterile eyesore, so blunt and cold

When I laugh it’s hollow and empty

Like simply going through the motion

Only to hide my despair, my depression

This illness corrupts, it infects all I see and hear

They say stay positive, stay hopeful

The infection corrupts it, condemning it

Feeding the darkness that envelops me

The lifelines cast to me a so far away, so weak

The voices of encouragement so weak and quiet

Drowned out by the subtle put downs

It teases and torments, with flashes of light

They grip and elevate, pushing me up in to euphoria

But it’s a torment, used to further the darkness’s hold

For as far as I rise, I plummet passed my last depth

Where I lay till the next assault on my hopes

Friends

They are everywhere, with their voices

Contradicting, harassing, they seek to push and pull

As they vie for pole position, they stab their opposition

They seek your attention, complete, un-distracted

Uncaring to the needs of those, who seek your aid

Their tendrils sink in beneath the skin

Leeching out compassion from your heart

To be the centre of you attention

Taking the focus from your own life

So you fall into decay, and emptiness

You become just a tool for their games

An Avatar for their will, losing all you were

Instrumentality

The vessel is empty when alone

Nothing exists in the world, not yet

But the vessel and knows something

Now it exists, now it has a self

The first self, the self it identifies as me

Something stands opposite, a new vessel

This Vessel has two selves

The one it sees as its self, and the self you see it to be

But which is the right self?

The self I see or the self it sees of its self

Times passes and more vessels appear

Each with its own self, and a self for each vessel

The selves’ jibber and jabber amongst them selves

Each one different, some to extremes, others to subtle measures

Each acts towards the vessel, which brought it into being

I know I am real, but which am I?

Am I truly the one you see? Is that me?

Or is the real one the one I see in the mirror?

Maybe the true self is simply the vessel

The world of Deceit

In this world of Deceit, with eyes clenched shut

The screams of the liars, their falsehoods held high

You curl up tight, to hold your ideals safe from harm

No matter how hard you try, the horrors will always reach you

Broken backs, and torn up dreams lie shattered upon the