A moment in life, when it is at a standstill with death
As they whisper words of love to each other they enter one another and it is creating such chaos and catastrophe within us all
The dead rise as we begin to fall
Our breathing is cut short, and the rhythm in which we live in falls over
Where are we heading?
Heading towards are martyrdom
Cry in the eyes of the storm
Weep as the weeping is thrown to the side of cynicism and around the thought of anomie
Lost in the spiral towards the ground
No one is listening, no one is our savior
This life is tainted, and our blood is wasted
Our thoughts impure, and this world along with them
When the skies fall, the lights break
And then the grounds will rise
A rocky heaven is what will rain on us
To torture, contort; fast paced moments
Bombs falling over-head, in a self-reliant soul
Spiraling to the ground
Spiraling to the core
Until we burn in our tears, this storm is far from ending
The end is us, staring in the mirror, listening to the whispers of our minds, talking to the aerials, as they exist in our voided lives
We are the ones deserted, always wanting to stay, but never completing to our words
We play with the feelings of those in true agony, and the ones agonized are authorized for suicides
As we put up the walls from separation, we swim into them break the bricks
Losing our minds up high
Freeing ourselves into a new being
Searching for hopeless answers, freeing ourselves from ourselves is when we are complete.
I think we should all take a moment to meditate or contemplate all the things that prevent us from breathing freely, from living without any fear or embarrassment, from being able to enjoy every second that goes by. And at the same time figure out what could be done in order to live life without having a thought fly across the mind, making it doubt and preventing it from taking the action it wants to take.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rigs for the poem :)
You're very welcome Butterfly!
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