light of the soul
oppression looms
just above the surface
descending into
the deep below
in tune, indigo child
cry your eyes out
stay wild
the truth spells itself out.
Stir the cauldron
bubble, boil, spills over
burns, wounding the soul
so full, so puerile, like a child
baby spreads her wings
spring has sprung
in the twilight
takes a lover
the night fades out
through the looking glass
pain reflected
a reject
shuddering
like a junkie
without a fix
navy night
look at the stars
the bars are up
strap me in
i'm at home
I found the last stanza particularly enthralling.
ReplyDeleteI think I was feeling a tad "polar" at the time, lol!
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