By Kristin Lindgren
A tortured soul hangs itself
On its own cross
To bear everything
Stolen
Lost
Hurt
Beaten
Grabbed
Snatched
Ruined
Destroyed
Damaged
Disturbed
Broken
Everything it has seen
and done
hiding.
Hanged in a
secret
place so one sees
no one knows
What it's done to pain itself
What it's believed
To get thus far down the
Wrong
Road.
But who can say it is wrong,
If only liars go
there?
There are no obstacles in an empty road.
Gullible.
Trusting.
Led blindly to where no human eye has seen,
they are all
Blind.
Then released
No one is behind me.
Hiding.
Just to see what I'll
Do.
Say.
Hear.
Smell.
Taste.
Touch.
Feel.
Experience.
And it's all there, all real, all blending together in perfect harmony.
But it's all black.
Black.
The color of darkness.
Black.
The color of evil.
Black.
The color of lies.
Black.
The color of all the things that can hide in the night, then reach out and
Grab
for you.
And
Catch
You
Without you even realizing it,
For they are in disguise. A
White
mask.
A lost and wandering soul would see it as a guide
if it is not set
FIRM.
STRONG.
It is
Doomed.
Fallen in a
Black
Pit of darkness
that does not end. It goes
on and
on and
on and
On.
Hit the ground.
Broken. Shattered. Crushed.
Never to be sealed together again unless it falls into the branches of the
Tree of Life.
But where to land?
No one knows
who.
what.
when.
why.
where.
how.
if.
Is it real?
Illusions
are powerful.
An illusion of the tortured soul,
Still
Willingly hanging there,
on an imaginary cross.
Lies pelt as knives to the side.
Permanent.
Scars that never
Go
Away.
Persistent agony.
Stutter.
Slur.
Sputter to a halt.
Choke.
Gasp.
Grab for the breath
That will save it.
But that breath is
Too
High.
Out
Of
Reach.
Hidden in a thick cloud of
Lies,
Truths,
Imagination,
Wildness,
Confusuion,
And the grey mist
Swirling
Constantly
Distracts your eye.
You mind forces it to stay on task but it is
Rebellious.
Break the chains that bound.
Fall
from your cross.
Hit the ground.
Climb the
Tree of Life.
And then,
Shout.
Holler.
Yell.
Scream.
Shriek.
Rumble.
To us all,
Ignorant
Innocent
Lambs.
Led by a master
Who was not a master
At all.
Imposter.
But we do not know
For we were blind.
Led by a leash.
Come.
Go.
Stay.
Wander.
Commands that
Contradicted
And
Fought
But did we think?
Never once.
Believed what we were told.
Ate what we were fed.
Unconventional.
Break
Loose.
Break the bowl.
Fling to the ground
All
Everything
Anything
That once was and
Think.
Make your own sense.
Why does the world go round?
Mine doesn't.
Or
maybe it does.
Questions
All
Unanswered.
Create an
Answer.
The soul is free
But abused.
It can never forget.
Forget.
Forget.
It must
Forget.
Forgotten.
There is
Nothing
worth remembering.
Think
then act.
Whatever you want.
It's a free world
Because
It's your world.
Fling the cross
Withits burdens
Laiden
With
Burdens
Away.
Trash the mold.
If you trust,
You can never discover,
Never learn,
Never understand.
But if you stop,
Stop.
And think for a moment.
Because thought
is all,
You can be.
I think,
So I am.
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