Pondering my soul over old sores,
hours pass by like an illusion.
Travelling through a dozen doors,
lost inside a hazy confusion.
Seeking an acceptable solution,
for heart's ache to subside,
turning empathy into a revolution
of jointed words with rhyme applied.
Defining decisive and hasty action,
a plan created from simple abstraction,
to create an appealing attraction,
a world created in tantalizing fiction,
that will surely lead to our satisfaction.
Weaving words, a spider dances.
Hands construct life's imagination,
wisdom's truth buried within lines,
a dreamer's philosophy in annotation.
Time passes by, the work is finished.
a mind cage, emotions trapped inside,
a blissful peace that pride can provide,
my dark emotions have now diminished.
Experienced pain, a mind fraught,
stranded below this lake of thought,
within a prism, shining with resentment,
made out of fear and disappointment..
The glass cracks with new contentment.
A lettered legacy was conceived here.
Pride in the forefront of work well done.
Even though, my words, in time might disappear,
I hope they were enough for inspiration to be born.