poems, stories, writings
I’m just a reflection of the thing possessing me
Of a soul entrapped in a tower without a key
Forgive it, it has forgotten what was and where it used to be
A god reduced to a human
Falling by choice just to see
The happiness after the sadness
And the naivety of thinking it’s free
She reveals pieces of herself, every now and then
On reflective surfaces when light is too dim
Sun shines through the shattered window…
You seem so sure
That there’s nothing you can do
That the stars’ position
Tell you visions that are true
You seem so sure of how unsure our future is
Of how we’ll fight in a war that no one wins
And although we know
We still try
Oh history why
Why do you keep playing this game with me
