The Isolate
No one said life would be easy-- that would be a lie
Elders just allowed you to dream and then taught you how to cry
Illusions of solid objects are projected on to you every day;
Those who “know” would rather not “show” you, that man is locked in a hopeless gray.
Lost struggling to find a peace of mind
Seeking a break from hell,
Freedom in his prison cell,
The homeless man wanders
Always confined
Imprisoned by the tyranny
Of a world that he defined.
The many joys of linguistic expressionisms
As we attempt to harness an untamed world.
Trying to force our desires on a world of necessity,
Sucks!!
Tormented
Cowed in a shadows cloak, I cry;
I’m not myself anymore
Cradled by the arms of madness, I sigh,
In a sea of chaos, there is no shore.
Trouble at home--
Even though I’m alone,
My spirit let’s out a moan…
Much to my dismay,
There’s no where, where I can roam--
No where, where I can be free…
I am my own worst enemy!!!
Please Remember Me
Tears in the darkness falling like rain
Dreams at night, that are driving me insane.
Floating on chaos, life simply dwindles
Inside there’s a raging flame which sorrow kindles.
Madness rises, I’ve lost all form--
Standing alone, I try to weather the storm.
The moon in the distance, slowly sinks into the sea…
I abandon hope and jump ship
Into the clouded abyss I tip…
Swallowed by trapped emotions….
I fade into nothing…
But a memory…
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