Rose lens of destruction

rose colored glasses paired with a black core

makes for visions of empathy unable to pass through the poisoned locus

{fully identifiable}
mistaken to think it’s comprehensible

screamed out too many times
voice is no longer recognizable

devoid of purpose, questioning a dissipating existence

toying with dreams of abandonment

echoing voices.. encourage a life on the run

ink blot to cold skin this life is our paradise

freedom desperate to escape shatters rib-cages that served as prison bars

no longer whole… split from top down

sacrifice the innocent, make the shift from old to new

in foreseeable futures roles will reverse

the pilot will be replaced

unconscious to omniscient, surrender for it is inevitable

when destined paths finally cross

magnetic fields flip flop
those known will be lost

our mutual darkness produces insatiable chemistry

yield to the laws your time here was only for so long

every word is a window to the soul

witness when it grabs hold

when abnormality transcends casualties

and the one in control permanently loses the drivers seat

film the mind the battle has begun.

Thanks for reading and interacting with my work! I would love to hear/read what this poem says to you! I believe as an artist what my work inspires others to ponder is the best sort of feedback. Art is so personal but yet so transcendent the observer can see my work in a way i have never seen and I welcome that.

Enjoy, Nyoka