I got this cage that Im trapped in//
No windows to see just a cell with I, and I with me//
concrete floors with no bed so I take a knee//
in this cracked mirror all I see is poor reflection of what's intended to be//
crowded hallways along this path blocking my intersection//
My inner turmoil boiling over showing my inner demons//
they got faces of past memories, I cant block what Im seeing//
Is this hell or a prediction of my open wounds bleeding//
theres a puncture in this heart and missing place for my lung//
I cant breath, this pain is awful, I just been stung//
another dose of my illusion has just begun//
I close eyes hoping for better days soon to come//
while I sit in the corner with cornerless light//
a new series begins and it plays to the sound of my might//
as long as I hold tight this circus will resolve//
no mercy for the weak while the wicked get no sleep through the night//
Im just an act for the show by the puppeteer//
holding my string is Lucy-Here and he plays with what I hold dear//
About the Creator
Ruben Gonzales
I write for poetry, for life, to take one's understanding so much deeper then that they know of. I tell the stories with a meaning thats beyond with a feeling that will pull you in.
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