Sunday, 19 December 2021

Dreaming

I dream of the days of the past 
Where naught the light but the dark
Made itself at home centered deep in my chest 
Where longing calls of freedom and youth 
And abolished prisons of gold
Still existed and kept my soul at bay

How does one break their soul 
Out of this vessel of containment 
Held back my thoughts and images not ours ?

I know not. I try not. I dare not
Yet I should 
Therefore every time I close my eyes 
I tinker within these guilded cages
Hoping to be one again with this lost soul 
That is me but is not me for now 
I dream of the past .

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