The indoctrination that has bent me over,
The beliefs that have chained me over,
The people that have suppressed me over.
It all exist in every moment in every existence of my being.
In the loop of the now where the past is now and the future is now.
where I flow, the pool of my being is stained with the drop of my tears,
and hurt that I have carried over.
Carrying over the weight of the despair,
hidden sensations that have been masked over,
with a beautiful façade.
My castle of sand, my endless tunnel
that carries mold built under them.
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Poems For The Soul
PoetryThis article of poems is a form of a recreational outlet with the intention of reflection and self-understanding to expand consciousness and awareness.
