The world does not exist

A shadow memory was always on the mind

Days were eternal stretched

Longer than the arms of Time

Fogging mist spreading like wild fire

Flaming dark billowed cloud covering the sun

 

The witness were eyes of death

Lurking in the darkness

Crawling with wolves to be born

A caning serpent clothed like sheep

Neck covered with bevy fur coming as a lion

 

Colours of an Aeon

Were stolen by a menace

Imagination was a canvas to thoughts of deceit

Ignorant shades with dualist perception

Mingled intuition with imperfection

An error that ensnared innocent slave

 

Death was a result of life not finished

Trapped in a hologram prison,

Atoms orbit the sphere of emptiness,

All is void of nothing

Consciousness imagined

Manifested a material universe with thoughts believed

 

  The world does not exist

Just emotions emanating colourful visuals,

     Perception,

   Reflecting,

Creating,

A world of fantasy imagination is the creator.

Reviews

[Zaniriah]

This is a great piece. I love your word choice. Imagination is what most of the world thrives on in my eyes. " The world does not exist, just emotions emanating colorful visuals" love that. Keep up the great work.

[Ayanda Mteto]

Thank you for the reveiw :-)