More and more I begin to reminisce on my past overlapping hurt,
Constantly figuring a way to bring a sense of comfort.
But it seems as the harder I try to reach a goal,
The deeper and wider I dig my dreadful hole.
Knowledge in entirety has become my way of life,
Feeding me momentum to continue to strive.
Forcing me to await anxiously for tomorrow’s day,
Understanding that anything in front can lay.
I try with each second of life to become much wiser,
Reading books and listening to folks in hopes my level exceeds higher.
Analyzing but every moment and act that I see to occur,
At times questioning and debating just to make sure.
And then I’m off to this meta world in which my mind creates,
Here everything becomes clear as all is in motion at slow and steady rates.
How I wish I could show our world this hidden dimension,
I assure you with such exposure, no more would you see the products of tension.
So I continue to set foot on this path,
Ignoring my blood’s boiling wrath.
My heart beating a steady pacific tone,
Set ready to enter secretively the unknown.
The thorns are placed upon my head,
Scriptures resting on my palm before all read.
Hateful nails have left their mark,
Leaving me to be God’s angelic nark.
My body so viscously stoned,
Leaves this innocent soul but to be mourned.
The eye of the sea awakes with rage,
Convinced we skipped one important page.
What went wrong and how did it go about?
What had caused such a loss, a growth in this drought?
And with such an image, my eyes open instantly,
All visions have become so extensively bloody.
So my mind begins to wander off again,
In search for a shortcut or trick to help assure a win.
In hopes that no tears are reborn,
I wait for my dreams to start to take their form.
And once again I’m lost in my mind’s cornfield,
Protected by a worn out withered shield.
My memories no longer seem to activate,
Veiling away anything in life I sought to hate.
Lust becomes an excuse to dodge the signs,
Used significantly throughout poetic rhymes.
The strings of the heart evolve to last longer,
Feeding off requests brought by internal hunger.
Down into the valley I fear to enter,
Trying so hard not to give in nor surrender.
The flames I see have started to spark,
The sun’s ray unable to put out the dark.
So I shall force not one tear,
For pity on my being is way too near.
But my mind is the key to be set free,
A gift the lord has blessed to me.
And off I go to another world of my own creation,
Independence from the temptations is my declaration.
Sensational surplus of true and useful information,
My mind, a one of a kind attraction full of determination.
---S.B
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