Oct 2016
Hearing your stories,
Hearing your songs,
I start to understand.
We are not alone.
Forever in this realm of confusion,
Not being able to comprehend the exit.
The only place we seek is freedom.
The blade moves across,
Freedom is given.
We think forever,
We are wrong.
The door shuts
We are locked back into our cell
Only until, the blade moves once more
June 20, 2016
Hearing your songs,
I start to understand.
We are not alone.
Forever in this realm of confusion,
Not being able to comprehend the exit.
The only place we seek is freedom.
The blade moves across,
Freedom is given.
We think forever,
We are wrong.
The door shuts
We are locked back into our cell
Only until, the blade moves once more
June 20, 2016
Reading over a lot of my old poetry. Some of it is scary to think about. For example, September 12, 2016, I wrote a poem. This poem reflects exactly how I feel right now. Funny how the cycles continue.
