Weaving of threats with subtle illusion;
Bartering fear with soul's prostitution.
Clinging to the latch, can't open the cage;
The lack of control is feeding this rage.
Lock up the rest and pretend to be free,
ignoring the strings that bind skillfully.
A puppet of fear can spread only doubt,
while faith maintains it will always work out.
Faith based on doubt has no means to survive,
that's living to die, not feeling alive.
Mastery of self is the one true path;
Everything else is just the aftermath.
There’s so much emotion and feelings jsut by looking in the eyes . It seems as if they are torn apart
The flow and editing is remarkable. I really like the soul's prostitution, my own poem has a similar concept.
Words sharper than knives these are!
:)
:) I just had to come read it again! I thoroughly enjoyed it second time around as well!
Have a brilliantly amazing day!
You too! :)
This is wonderful, in its own way though.
Reminds me of when I still hid my atheistic thoughts. I did everything in church, not out of acceptance but out of fear. The facade wasn't going to last long though. Two years later, I discovered this:
...and since then I've been living my life.
Thanks for sharing
Blessings
I suppose it's something we all have to figure out for ourselves at some point.
I enjoyed this piece! Resteemed!
beautiful soulful and a sad truth that we endure everyday, i like it
Brilliant poetry
you are quite an awesome poet, keep up the talent.
This nice post i like it thanks for sharing..
best of luck..
Pretty and nice, thankyou.
Wow..nice posto.
thanks for sharing
nice post ...
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