Soldat of life

Closed eyes

Insight that holds no catches,
Formalities without a form.
Falling upon a derived world,
Confused of the light that shines so bright.
Eyes peering through a heavy mist,
Glaring at a place she does not know.

A voice talking without a body,
Being observed by nothing at all.
Searching for a path to leave,
Finding a door of many shapes.
Seeing many others like her in this place,
All as confused but none reachable by her presence.

Light came through the small opening,
Curiosity enthralled the women.
Her eyes could see no longer,
Blindness had once again come back.
The world she knew was there anew,
Darkness welcomed her with open arms...

Inspired of HellsPunker's work I've read.

Originality


Poetry in blood,
Recklessness towards the audience.
Tears of jade shrapnels,
Hollow soul of complete emptiness.
Ending abrubtly,
Releasing feelings still enchained.

Victory of the singular,
Reason to persevere.
Condemnation of the many,
Interiorisating a firm conviction.
Power left aside,
Seeing the reality in desire.

Hearts of many lay bare,
Needles of confusion all around.
Entering the bowels of life,
Seeing a butterfly pierce the mind.
Meeting the flames of death,
Accepting the fate of the end.


Inspired by the movie Frida, it was well made and I think it may be something that shows us what we are, though through so many facades that you can get lost if you misinterpret but a fraction of it.

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Thanks to Xelhes for this amazing work of art ^.^
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