The Soul
She knows not when she was made
To wear the shackles and rest in pain
It's been ages since she opened these eyes
But they are lying under so many layers
She can see, but the windows are not her own
She can hear but the drums are of someone else
The Rind around her is tight
And suffocating...
She is the reason the Rind exists...
But does It know... Does It appreciate?
What if she tears it apart... And flee..
And why doesn’t she?
Pledges have enchained her?
Or does she reckon flying a sin...?
Eternity is calling its missing partner..
Bells of the Heaven are ringing....
But she hears nothing, for the walls are high
So thick that even celestial voices won't penetrate it
Caged in a body and bodily needs...
She is losing her connection with heavens...
*____________________*
Windows.. Eyes
Drums... Ears
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