The Tormented

A peek on the tormented self of a lost man.

In the sores of our mores
The shores...
The truth that keeps us bound, and keep us binding.
The tears that keeps us finding...
The trembling, the fear... of our mazes... of our gazes.
Of our sorrows blossoms our seals.
Seals...
Seals on our walls... on our halls
And we seek.…

Redemption
Redemption
Redemption
Redemption
Redemption
Redemption
Redemption
Redemption
Redemption
Redemption
Redemption
Redemption……………

Author's Note

What do you think of the subject of this poem?
And what's driving him to express himself in this manner?