Illusion of freedom p.1, (day1)

sharing my weekdays of mental idleness and trying to understand myself be free to tear this piece apart

This city is asleep, weeps of rain and anguish
Thoughts-parasites gorge my brains and languish

 

Her scents are around - whirl me till i'm lost
But they won't quench my thirst - only make it worse

I am silent, as unrecorded hollow disc
After all, said "no" independent moral risk

I alas has failed, too late to yell - will melt!
there is recipe for killing senses - consensus

I thought I'm out of scorching heat, not out of glass
But you said love leapt, not arouse

This case can't be fixed by lifelike lessons
As thou on the land, I drown in weekdays and verses

Reviews

[Michael of Gilead]

Theres some really good stuff here, i think myself it needs to be tied up together better

[Coyote Poetry]

Last lines are true.
"This case can't be fixed by lifelike lessons
As thou on the land, I drown in weekdays and verses"
I like this short poem. Some lesson in the words. Thank you for the amazing poem.
Coyote

[Rene Velez]

Cool images...good poem

[joshua deathdealer]

This is brilliant work. Interesting message as well.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Offbeat, yet purely stirring. An nice break from the usual.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Clever abstact writing...
captures the inner thoughts and tumult
brilliantly
Well done :)

[Raven Starhawk]

Abstract but genius. ^^* I appreciate writes such as this one.