Born as slave
Under Sun and Moon
I crawl all over
Hearing others voices
Rebelling all voices
I am slave of my own thoughts
So powerful, misleading
Through strange paths
Wishing to see beautiful heaven
Through bitterness!
your bitterness arises from your time as a slave, and it doesn’t disappear immediately: sometimes it takes a life time to realize your suffering…a slave to your own thoughts…..even though bitter, you still wish to open Heaven’s gates… and your bitterness might just fade into nothing…
nice write!
Warmly
B🌷🌷🌷
Help, help; my thoughts are constantly controlling me. Weird things are happening all around me. Set me free from this torture.
Religion can make us slave to stupid, dumb ideas, too. Set me free.
your bitterness arises from your time as a slave, and it doesn’t disappear immediately: sometimes it takes a life time to realize your suffering…a slave to your own thoughts…..even though bitter, you still wish to open Heaven’s gates… and your bitterness might just fade into nothing…
nice write!
Warmly
B🌷🌷🌷
It has always been interesting to me how my thoughts can control me. They are my experiences that create them, they have never been there in person, but their decisions shape me in every moment and in every matter. If you can't control the power and it controls you, it's called hubris syndrome, that must be what they called the one for thoughts. I loved your poem, sir!