Shield my eyes from what I wish not to see.
A world full of violence,
and images that cannot be unseen.
The beginning of my world was full of ideas and dreams.
Now, ending up with 2 lonely babies
and a fatal disease.
Who will heal my pain and who will help my children when I go insane?
Or have I already gone insane?
I wouldn't know in this poisoned prison called my brain.
Reality as I see it, poverty,
torture, and deceit.
I hear sounds of whispering voices and the pattering of feet.
Living and breathing through oxygen,
life is now a glass window of memories.
What I realize now is looking through a window of time, life is really only a reflection of your mind.
Once I rest my eyes, all I want is my spirit
to live on, while my body dies.
I will exist not only in spirit, but in memory, in heart, and in mind.
Now I realize that life is worth your time.
YOU ARE READING
Silk Rain
PoetrySilk Rain is another digital poetry book of mine containing fantasy-like events and stories with poems conveying multiple emotive qualities, with (some) better writing. I look forward to being able to share my words with others.
