Night falls and my
Spirit screams.

It wants to be set free,
Out of the bounds of
Reality that keep

It caged in a world
That forces it to

Live a life that is nothing
But a lie.

When will I be true to
Myself?

When will my gift
When will my passion
For painting thoughtscapes

With words be my career?

How much longer can I wake
Every morning with a heavy heart,

Knowing that today I will be
Perpetuating the illusion of
Complacency

Denying my chance at true happiness?

I have no one to blame but me
For the prison I find myself in

There are no guards, there is no warden.

Only I hold the key that will release me from
This cell that holds my mind

Hostage.

Each day melting into the next,
Each night a brief flirtation with freedom

Before a rude awakening to reality once again.

The bird within my mind sings in spite of
Everything I’ve endured.

The more difficult my life becomes, the louder
The voice becomes.

It is the song of my soul, and my mind sways to
Its rhythm.

It soothes the savage beast in my brain,
And calms my troubled heart.

The night air rustles through my
Hair, and my fingers tap away at the
Keys.

The music of the universe sings in
My ears, and my world makes a
Little more sense.

I finish writing, and awake
From the dream.

Until the next trip into the deep
Recesses of my mind.

A Pandora’s box of infinite
Ideas.

A fire that never will be quenched.


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