Lost In a Departed World
At the stroke
of midnight
your features disappear
I look in the mirror
but to my eyes
you're not there
In a field of dirt
no grass will grow
till you sprinkle
your glorious waters
and the peak of the sun
scans the horizon
to say "Hello."
In a departed world
the eyes differentiate
between real and
what's fake
I tremble at the
astonishment of my
surroundings and
how they seem
to incapacitate me
with loneliness and
depression
no one can comprehend
the reason for my
expression
lost in a world where
my understandings
are not even sure
ambiguous to the
vagueness of why
I am here
In the essence of time
a democratic form of right divine
There was less criticism of my
ambiguous world
than for the world, There's
no more of a world
Trapped in an Asylum
where your consciousness
over powers your
mental stability to
produce what's correct
This is an experiment
of cause or
the effect of being
trained
Trained to think
learn and react
a specific way
in more than one
state of mind
listening to two
masters
defining the undefined
lost in a departed world
where the truth is
bewildering to one's eye.
Copyright © Hosea Griffith | Year Posted 2011
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