Confined in reality -Poem
Striking down with terror,
For a crime,
Unknown,
Just of maybe seeking truth.
Perhaps,
Perhaps, it may so be,
What then is really of this world?
To talk,
To scatter memories,
These dark demons do not,
Yet they run from light.
Wanting freedom,
From the reality,
In anger,
Brought forth those tears.
How cruel does it all seem,
For one to vanish,
Into the depths of the mundane.