Masqueraded eye's, like a blind-fold, how you perceive yourself through this daunting darkness
Seems to keep the wilderness vain of each attempt of survival;
Encapsulated.
A portrait of truth contextualizes a crafted mask, meant to keep away shadows that wander the empty spaces of a scattered mind.
The loss of truth and identity in oneself, feeling lost and abondened like a strayed animal seeking its collective group clan.
The uncertainty of which path leads to my greatest strengths, in contrary can be of my greatest weaknesses.
How I crave the scent of Being alive, I find myself with unrooted flower's, who have only bloomed to departure this life of agony.
Feeling stuck in a state of unpredictable circumstances - Corced by fears, that deepen the wound of Trauma.
I'm entitled to this pain being inflicted on me.
Like a contract between both parties, my soul signature is the trademark recognition that keeps us intact.
I count each day that comes to remind myself of the life-long journey I'm yet to endure.
However my heart bares witness to the pain I keep engraved, in a valley of wounded words that keep recitating themselves under a half-bled moonsault.
I am just another traveller lost in the mists of a journey, I'm yet to emabrk on.
About the Creator
Irvin
Exceptionally artistic when it comes to poetry, my undying passion for it for keeps me writing like always.
Comments (1)
So deep and, in a sense, quite dark. Very nice :)