Friday 13 July 2018

The beast of derision

I tie my self to history
Struggling to be free
My mind in a haze
Blurred from the smoke
The threads that tie me-
Have been set ablaze

Here I stand again
Always - an intersection
My heart becomes my chain
A pressured decision
Obscuring the inner vision
What does it mean to be free?

Colour me in as you will
Pick at the pieces that you see
Causing my soul to flee
Into the abyss of indecision
Where the beast of constant derision
Fights to pierce the things I hold dear

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