
They tore my chest apart.
The nails of the slimy spider
that searches for victory.
A blessing and a curse for those who seek
the truth in other scriptures.
Take me with you,
sweet sun, savior.
Do not leave me alone
and debased.
Fire to burn every word
of hatred from my weary
soul.
My tears run like rain.
And the paint is blood on my lips.
Why so many restrictions?
Why so many prisons?
Why not be?
Why not become?
Leave me in peace, mad desire.
I don’t want anymore.
I want you to be.
Me.
I want peace.
One small moment.
From your moment.
Sun.
About the Creator
RAOM
Turn every second into a moment of happiness.




Comments (1)
And so it is that we often feel trapped by norms and truths...we find it so hard to find ourselves. Feeling this today.