Wings broken, confined in a golden cage…My heart is beaten; I’m filled with rage…
Time passes; but it creeps and crawls…
And all the while, the pain within, spreads and sprawls…
I have lived, I have loved, I have lost, and I have won…
The world that surrounds me, a cocoon I have spun…
Reality, certainty, veracity, all feigned and hollow…
A proposition too harsh to ingest, too hard to swallow…
The frenzy and fury linger and last…
Until current and coming become past…
My voice muffled, my song left unheard…
I find it all incongruous, tenuous and absurd…
Reality indeed is but an illusion…
There is no certainty, my friend, in confusion!!!
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My Dearest Kami!Illusion, huh? To me reality is always subjective! There was a time where I was so lost in finding the reality; however, I am finding the truth and reality became a word in the past :)
ReplyDeleteAzadeh,
ReplyDeleteInteresting outlook.
Thank you for sharing it. I really enjoy it when readers engage me in a dialogue.
Kami
"until current and and coming become past" I wish there was a way to freeze some moments :(
ReplyDeleteSwallow :)
(the one who has flown but hasn't perch on red tile roof yet)
Dear Swallow,
ReplyDeleteYou have flown far far away to a distant land. A beautiful new world of sun, warmth, white houses with roofs of red tile all around...
Take joy and celebrate your arrival.
K.