You Are Not My Soul
The Grip of Ego over Divinity
Whirlwind, storm train, riding me again
Slipping insidious, sinuous, mind rapping's
Filling the gaps with pain
Lying to my brain
Why do I succumb to the libations?
Numb, laying sprawled in the pleasure trap
Despite my souls dedication
I eat up this eternal damnation
What is left of the me I thought I knew?
Where did this go so terribly wrong?
I had planned a reunion rendezvous
Ego took over, adieu
Lying, prying and spying on my peace
Ego drives a hard bargain
Let me be, I beg release
Your iron grip, please donβt increase
I realize I choose to suffer alone
Regardless of how insane that is
Your liberty with my freedoms I cannot condone
This however, is the seed I have sown
At my own hand make
The noose that hangs me and only me
I live too long with constant ache
The foundations beneath do shake
Shake and shamble, tumble down
Crumble, ramble, gamble and fret
Rain comes falling to the ground
Wash away the meltdown
A second chance, a dance, a smile
On a hardened face, toughened hands
Beating heart for all worthwhile
No longer bound by chosen exile
About the Creator
Dannielle Nelson
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