A HIDEN WORLD

we tend to forget about the past where as the past made us who we are currently

A hiden world.

I see
Yet my eyes closed
Clashes of ashes
Yet no light
On my administerd dreams
I feel
What seems to be real
Yet i have no arms nor limbs
To hold and mould
The shades into shape
That yet I see.

A hiden world.

It is hiden just beneath our ignorance,
For everyday we climb and forget,
Off what we have left behind,
The past consumes,
Recycles,
And forms what seems to be a new day
A new dawn on the sky
Yet no sun in the sky
we have left what so ever key that opens our chests.

A hiden world.

Secrete under a tree left to be forgoten of their existance
Yet one day shall be heeded
For the past if the key
We shall one day seek
To one day heal
Our broken souls.

A hiden world.

A world that holds promises
Yet non shall be fullfilled
One that has been striped of its beauty
Yet dignity still dives its ocean of tears
A world we tend to forget off
Yet we have all passed every once in while

A hiden world.

I see lovers on a tree
Yet non completes the other
Who cares
We live in a world of impurities
My world I encounter threads
Wiped into a spin
And shall never be the same.

A hiden world.

I see the smell of wealth
Within my grasp
Yet i cannot hold
Nor sustain a single cent to my name
My words seem to run out
Poverty writes my name
In permanet ink
We shall together live in harmony
Yet one shall cry of a misery that cannot be provoked nor removed
Yet the other shall rejoyce in the suffering of the other
Only starvation and dearth shall set me free of this world...
A hiden world..

I am lost with no eyes
I feel of your presence
For i cannot touch
I have no arms
My tight tough hyde
Protects my site
I side And hide
Under a past..
That never to be seen again...
A hide world....
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