Arpia's Poetry

ANOTHER DAY

 

Escaping from brainwashers

and slavers of the mind

Walking through the door of innocence

Touching the hands of illusion

Falling in the abysm of existence

 

He doesn't know what he wants

It's in his face gliding within his eyes

He'll never say no as the illusions

grow up crawling through his head

Places and faces,

Thousand names knock on the doors

unleashing old fears

 

But he has to be exposed

And show his heart

Broken heart

So they can see his scared face

And the glowing eyes

That show no shame

 

Now he is the owl in the tree

And the rat in the grass

As the penetrating void

Spreads its wings to reach

the point that dissolves

in the obscurity of another day

 

27/04/92

 

 

Arpia's Poetry