The Secret
held captive by wounded limbs-
shrouded with perpetual foreboding
without a safeguard to redeem my
tempered mind
craving to be alone...
yet praying someone will come home
i've never been so perplexed-
etchings of chaotic pandemonium
created an uproar in my mind,
i see not the solution to this query;
i am left confounded,
lost in a labyrinth of symbolic ink
cradled by lies of baby blue lullabies
grasping for air as the white dove cries
expressing the depth of my ebon
soul enveloped my existence-
i think nude thoughts,
finding reasons the sacred serpent
in me should live;
but
i see not what shouldn’t be seen,
wearing emerald eyes to recognize
the wealth I deserve not-
begging to borrow lavender fields,
yet
longing to embrace the end of time
my hourglass shatters as i weep,
holding onto this visceral secret i keep
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02.09.20
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