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Introduction

OOOKKKKAAYY..
Been a while but i'm here now..
Good to be back. Exams held me for something but hey now I'm here..
Ahh Steemit..
You may be an asshole sometimes but I'm always gonna keep coming back for you...
So ladies and gentlemen I will be continuing my Untitled Unmastered series and today I will be dropping two poems so here we go. First up this is the first poem and I title this poem and this is titled Pride..

The poem

I fear I may have given up, the process of learning from others..
I fear I now know too much..
I fear I have lost the joy of insight..
I fear I now know no trust
I fear I think I have reached my peak..
I fear it's just too much
I fear I have finally reached my deep
I fear I have conceded defeat..
I fear there is no meaning to it..
I fear that this may be it..

I think may have seen it all..
I think I feel I know it all..
But the truth remains that in my delirious conceit..
I know nothing at all..

I am surrounded by supporters, liars and deceivers.. Freaks of nature.. Hypochrites by nature..
They seem to sing my praise. They seem to thunder my name. They claim to know my pain.. They say they feel the same..

Their praises appear to blind me.
But now their songs begulie me..
For in their incessant singing was I lost..
In their monotonous chanting I had fallen short..
Deceived by their hailings
Mislead by their tokens

It took nothing but the truth to sift weeds from wheat..
The loud from the discrete
The pirates from the fleet..
The bitter from the sweet..

For the first time my eyes are opened and I am awake from my slumber
With heavy eyes I stare and ponder
At the reality that is just ahead, yonder..

The truth birthed the truth. The truth that was the true emotion in me..
In assuming I knew it all
I was stabbed..
In believing I had seen it all
I was jabbed
Here I was the king of it all
And yet all is gone, taken nabbed..
I sit in gloom sorrow with nothing but heaviness and the feeling of being sad..

I admit for I am Jon Snow..
AND I KNOW NOTHING
And Caitlyn Stark..
Forced to watch all I love take a wound to the heart..

These are the songs the world will never hear..
These are the words the world will never know..
This is UNTITLED UNMASTERED

About the poem

This very poem speaks on the emotion pride. The poet suddenly waked up to realise that he has been living in the illusion of self acclamation and deceit and all these have been fuled by the people he surrounds himself with. Hence the first and second lines
"I fear I have given up on the process of learning from others.. .. I fear I now know too much"
The poet has come to the conclusion that the downfall he is currently in, is due to the praises and songs his so called friends have been singing to him.. In the poets mind, he feels that these friends of his should have alerted him, scolded him, and told him the truth but they continued to allow him wallow in his on conceit until he finally fell to grass.
The poem is made up of 47 lines and it makes use of rhymes and simple words. It doesn't follow any sequence of any nature but it is freely constructed as the poet sees fit.. This poem is also the second in the Untilted Unmastered series..