walls of invisible that contain my blood
..they sweep the impurities but hold my soul
fighting ..I have tried
but….no.. it wont find my fist…my eyes
cannot see the end or the door to this
hell …
created from a twist and a lie
spinning it has found my void
…I have slammed so, against this way of me
nothing…is what I see
…the pain is of that invisible wall
so pure…stubborn and exasperatingly tall..
I kneel within and find my face..
pushed into the mud of this life
the air is ..non
turning away I find myself
isn’t that a twist
..the self is always searched to be found
yet here I sit within and see
..wanting so to be..not
me
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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