Brilliant world, how can I look in your eyes
When I look in your eyes I am blinded by lies,
A vast horizon of intrigues and bloody trail behind,
Trails I have left from trials unkind,
How can I lose myself, but confront you?
When I try to confront you I lose and lose my comport too.
I fill my days with contemplation and words, they lead me to a fantasy
As I jerk out of coma to comma and periods which end with periods, they lead me and I follow, coin's flipped, tails no longer between my legs, I face life. Brassy,
I notice my pale face and frown,
Between the sun and the moon my world is torn,
one cannot escape this cage alone.
And so I make this cage "home",
for the king's most used chair is called a throne,
And proudly wear the heavy golden crown at the ball of vanity and falsehood.
Judge me not, although my falsehood is no bad and my vanity is non good.
My only crime, losing while trying to find..
And how to find, without maps and explorers' aims to disclose me where am I?
And I'm guilty for trying too hard, and instead of maps I got spam, encouraging me not to try.
Violent shouts muted by rain, and so i run, through the thorns, dirt and mud,
However, mindful so as not ruin my silk gown.
And now my silk gown is soaked in my sweat as I wake from this dream, a scream, then a yawn.
The mud under my feet,wet edges of the fabric, extended hands in which the rain slid down,
the wetness on my gown wasn't salty but fresh water.
Was it all real? Am I real? Are you real?
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Poetry❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
