O' unlimited, O' unlimited,
your power rather overbearing,
when will you set me free?
For a second feels like an eternity,
Every waking moment
something new to fear,
the unlimited growing stronger.
I know I suffer from my own imagination,
my deepest fears woven into this very fabric
The very fabric that feels pleasure and pain,
like some kind of organic magic
And I ask myself, what will eliminate this bane?
Life and suffering go hand in hand, this I learned
but when my sorrows begin to plague the endless beauties of life
and manifest themselves like an endless stream of shame
I remind myself how great it is to be alive
Despite my many hindrances I feel encase my unlimited,
I ask myself, what do I do get by?
Most days my reflection doesn't seem true,
optimistic and naive my soul was
It didn't fear the unlimited
but from this I grasped,
Life has two realities;
we desperately hold on to the people we love most;
we know that when our time is up,
everything will be stripped from us
For the universe has a purpose for me and you,
she is the unlimited
She granted us the most valuable treasures,
masquerading as unimaginable horrors
For we shouldn't fear her and her limitless,
because we are unlimited.
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Imagination Sufferer
PoetryA poem of a boy who can't seem to get out of his own head. Restless, overwhelmed, and afraid he has become of his own thoughts that it consumes him from seeing the outside world. Hopefully one day he finds his way home.
