Trapped Identity
There is a stranger looking right at me,
Wrapping me around in locked chains.
Locked chains that I cannot escape,
Creating bruises of heart-felt pain.
Making me feel like I am trapped,
Trapped in my blood-shot veins.
My head is constantly spinning,
The echoes are always ringing.
The voices keep growing louder,
It keeps growing louder everyday.
Making me want a little saving grace,
Saving grace from a heavenly place.
Keeping me painfully breathless,
With a soul that keeps feeling lifeless.
Numbing me to the core of my being,
A being that needs a peaceful haven to breathe.
Prolonged confusions of the soul's emotions,
Emotions that stray from the mind's reverberations.
The pain. Oh, the dreary pain.
An epiphany of a dual mind tangled,
With loose ends that keep me wrangled.
Who is that, looking back, right at me?
A reflection of a lost identity,
Resonating with dual egocentricities.
Whispering things into my head,
Things that I cannot comprehend.
I feel the shadows of darkness overpowering me,
Leaving me trapped in a place that I cannot leave.
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