The Compulsive Illusion
we live in a world of insecurities;
the incurably diseased wonderings
of the depraved body and soul
there's a cord left to be released.
yet we only speak of the things that we want to hold
but i guess at least we don't live in darkness.
this world is simply blind
Do you feel free enough?
something seems
to be
i
n
v
a
d
i
n
g
your mind
Copyright © Pj Armstrong | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment