The truth lies to me
telling me things
that contradict what I see
reluctant freedom
hops away
searching for that new day
the promised one
which fills our hopes
the one in which gives us purpose
a reason to cope
with empty hands...
empty minds...
empty hearts...
we traverse this land
seeking that which is
already dead
It died in our empty hearts
empty minds
empty hands cannot hold
that which we hope
to fill our souls
look above, look within
then you may discover him.
This just suddenly came to me. I cannot describe sometimes how these poems form, it's just like my hands writes and when I'm done, I'm like... Wow. :) This is about the lost souls of our world, how we search every where for something to fulfill our lives and we neglect to look where we need to.
~T
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