How can one simply state the contents
Of a mind full of dreams - to express
That which is both known and unseen.
If only I could make manifest
The radiance, but sometimes…
Will my brilliance never shine or
Am I simply artificial light - the hope
Of what is known and unseen.
If only I could find freedom from
The counterfeit, but sometimes…
Who will pardon my words when
The judge is their captor - condemned
To never be known or heard.
If only I could end this cycle
Of tragedy, but sometimes…
A scream is better than a thesis