Caged inside my emotions and mind;
broken thoughts, and twisted realities resurface.
Conditioned to enjoy where I am at in
each present moment.
Questioning why the torture must come back,
while wondering the miracle behind the prayers.
Was it a sign?
Praying to be taken away, to disappear,
when a fallen angle reappears indirectly.
Silence.
The beating of my heart halted, my
breathing steadied.
Doubt reflects on the incompatibility
on knowing the truth.
Complexity only gets your mind, body,
and soul entangled in pain.
My thoughts so caged, with these bars of
iron, steel, and white gold,
Simply graced with diamonds.
"'Tis a Brave New World."
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