![]() Prison of my MindA Poem by tshigg![]() Poetry![]() Four walls Hold me inside. One wall is truth, One wall is lies. The wall of truth makes my mind ache. The ache of knowing only a trace. A trace of what is to be. How to do? What I'll see. The truth behind the lies. A sort of "I don't Know Stew."
The lies of comfort, Deceit divine. It holds me, It binds me, It keeps me alive. The lies hold up the wall of truth. Connected they are with mortar and ash.
The other two walls are time and space. Time is irrelevant, until it smacks you in the face. Wakes you from a dream, drags you dowwn to earth. Makes you question what you are truly worth?
Space is original, it can give comfort and pain, it can produce a sense of longing, of Love, Of Strain, Space is infinite. It can be close and long. You must not fight it, you must move on.
Time, Space, Lies, Truth! A prison cell. Past on from my youth! © 2011 tshigg |
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1 Review Added on January 25, 2011 Last Updated on January 25, 2011 AuthortshiggSan Diego, CAAboutI am a writer on the path. I have just published my first book. I enjoy fiction, non-fiction, sci-fi, psychology and self help. more..Writing
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