The Letter

The letter ripped torn and blurred with the rain, As word by word releases the pain, Am I insane or heart torn across the network of star seeds, Let down by the very nature of humanities bleak competition, No place for hope upon a begotten religion, I see through the mirror the soul bounded deception As I ponder upon your very rejection, bounded by a letter that was just in my head, emotions blinded by bodily desire, The mind games will soon expire And I can free my place in this world Where I can stand tall in my own aura As I still hold hope for her.