Vicious Trap

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
When love dies, what's left behind? People caging each other up, until they can no longer breathe. The vail is forever torn, yet nothing becomes clearer, the ugly truth clouding minds with anger.

Submitted: October 02, 2016

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Some days, it seems
You may be mocking me
Concealing secret streams within
Frost and fright rise up again
Painting colors dark as night
An ugly face, barely known
Is it yours or is it my own
Nothing is certain anymore

Searing blazing flame within
A Raging storm erupts
When the oasis turns to desert
It gets hard to see
For you and me
What is Fata Morgana
What is real

I'm trapped in a circle
I just can't let go
These hands that keep
Pushing and pulling
Right here at my core
Let's free me now
I wanna run into the sun
Spirit high in flight
Ashes whirling in the wind
Old story in a book
Reborn in changing time


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