by Matthew J. Beard
Taken over by a darkening spiritual force
Caught in between the surreal and what's reality
Who's real to me.
Taunting me,
Changing me,
Tearing away,
The fruit of my fragile soul
And raping,
Plundering,
Ravaging,
And raiding what's good
Inside
Sinking deeper into thick quicksand
But no!
Leave me!
I pull away
To live another day
In my own,
Back into the unknown
Into my own insecure daydream.
Where there's nothing to lose,
Is a place of freedom
Because everything is nothing
And no thieving human can breach these ever growing walls
One with negativity and it's nemesis of optimism.
Where they're all one
And I am inside what's within me.
Copyright 2010 Matthew J. Beard, All Rights Reserved
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