Am on the verge of it,
just behind the darkness
far ahead of the truth of my being
I lie here, alone.
Unlikeliness surrounds the soul
as I wake up
to see the light
that shines bright
into my eyes..
telling some lies.
Gazing around,
I try to find..
Those unknown faces,
A regretful smile..
illusion of the reality..
collusion of dreams..
Life is no more,
But light from beams..
I am entrapped.
in a small dark box
or free in an infinite world?
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
Am on the verge of it,
just behind the darkness
far ahead of the truth of my being
I lie here, alone.
Unlikeliness surrounds the soul
as I wake up
to see the light
that shines bright
into my eyes..
telling some lies.
Gazing around,
I try to find..
Those unknown faces,
A regretful smile..
illusion of the reality..
collusion of dreams..
Life is no more,
But light from beams..
I am entrapped.
in a small dark box
or free in an infinite world?
