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.
Copyright © John Pallister | Year Posted 2014
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