rose colored glasses paired with a black core
makes for visions of empathy unable to pass through the poisoned locus
{fully identifiable}
mistaken to think it’s comprehensible
screamed out too many times
voice is no longer recognizable
devoid of purpose, questioning a dissipating existence
toying with dreams of abandonment
echoing voices.. encourage a life on the run
ink blot to cold skin this life is our paradise
freedom desperate to escape shatters rib-cages that served as prison bars
no longer whole… split from top down
sacrifice the innocent, make the shift from old to new
in foreseeable futures roles will reverse
the pilot will be replaced
unconscious to omniscient, surrender for it is inevitable
when destined paths finally cross
magnetic fields flip flop
those known will be lost
our mutual darkness produces insatiable chemistry
yield to the laws your time here was only for so long
every word is a window to the soul
witness when it grabs hold
when abnormality transcends casualties
and the one in control permanently loses the drivers seat
film the mind the battle has begun.
Thanks for reading and interacting with my work! I would love to hear/read what this poem says to you! I believe as an artist what my work inspires others to ponder is the best sort of feedback. Art is so personal but yet so transcendent the observer can see my work in a way i have never seen and I welcome that.
Enjoy, Nyoka