A mind lost in the maze of your lies
A heart turned to ice standing near your cold body
A lucid dream drowned in the quicksand of the charades you play
No more promises need be made, always broken
My spirit will not be boxed within the walls you built to contain it
I have wings to fly- you only have rocks to weigh you down.
I have lifted off. Who is the prisoner now?
Deep. Have to wonder where this intense writing comes from, hoping not deep hurt. But, beyond the meaning, as always, it's very good.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful! Truly you are very talented. May you always be lifted by wings of angels.
ReplyDeleteFabulous!