A breath of fresh air I crave for,
The nuisance and animosity surrounding me has no cure.
Doors batted up serve no purpose when you can’t escape the wind,
The wind of hatred spirals and wounds the innocence of sin.
Eyes inflamed with skeletons and dark secrets,
Therapy, police, family none but God can keep it.
Mouth overfilled with profanity and the key,
Mind enclosed the dying body everyone blinded to see.
The truth everyone seeks for but incompetent of their well-being,
Undergoing a spiritual healing but contemplating the negatives I’m actually seeing.
Tears falling echoing the halls of pain,
My mental stability has me sane.
Fractured mirror unable to reflect the truth,
Burning desires capturing the mute.
Dead rosses fume the air of reminiscence,
Each one of us committed a sin.
Consequences of a shattered heart and hidden perpetrators,
The key of truth swallowed in weakness beseech by the caters.
Chaos, conflict, evolution of pain,
Unable to be understood, lines of experience written in vain.





-dpk