| How did
today come to wear the fragrance of dismay? It is difficult to focus on our blessings in the shadow of loss. It seem like the blows to my heart is without end. Life has apparently taken up war with my heart. This age is foreign to me and I wish to return home. I can’t handle the disregard of feelings. I loath the fashion in which our hearts are restricted. I find it difficult to make peace with my confinement. I want to live and love with the full capacity of my being. But… sadly, this is too much asked. Some rather have me in my cage; where they are comfortable with my existence. In love; I realize, that they are more than me and have a right to feel safe. Keep my body, but set my soul free! Maybe I should numb my spirit too; the agony becomes excessive at times. I wish you could see this world; more important “love,” like I do. How different would this world be then; could you live in my world? I wander through this world with the stench of its decay. I look at those beings I love; do they notice, do they care or are they zombies? I have been shouting and screaming for a while! My literature is being read and regarded as nice; but sparks no change. Is this world really that far beyond reach? Is its complacent state the here to stay? Should I give up my heart; make its kind become extinct? Maybe the heart was killed because it brings so much pain. I stand here; observing life and it drags my spirit down. If man is content with his condition… If man is dead to change… If man wants to live in cages; at least set me the prisoner, free. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |