Locked in a prison of words
My heart falters
My life falters
My soul screaming in desperation
Yet its sheath of hope is unrequited
No protection from what is viewed as an untangled mystery
When in fact their sole role is to give and to take.
Thy severe joyous occasions of limited unfulfilled promise
Mask ones terror of oblivion and its cheat-full relationship with thy soul:
The empty hallowed pit of backlash and mislead lovers
Forever tormented to the point of insane extinction
As humanity's lack of soul relishes in the empty handed entice of intellect.
This physical apparition seemingly defeats the purpose for empathetic reason
Whilst mothers turn from the bosom of wails requesting love, a prison-matic cycle encases common thought
This process undermining human instinctual practice
Based on the pop culture, contemplative genius of generation X.
Yet those who were denied this salvation
Those who lack the desirable, yet decline the quest
Our souls are forever trapped in the eternal
Prison of words.
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The Poor Side of Silence
PoesiaA collection on poetry that allows me to gaze into the abyss. As my heart drips into these pages and words slip out of my psyche, this breathing document is to show the world as I see it: celestial.
