Cold Benevolent Reality

Foul mustard yellow sand suffocating me with their sharp piercing mineral hands

Starless darkness enveloping me with hatred and betrayal 

Amnesia diffusing through my body, taking away my soul, my identity

Who am I to believe there can be hope in this world

For humanity

For my loved ones

For my innocence

Who am I to believe there can be hope in this world

The glistening red and yellow and orange burning me to ashes

There are equations that can’t be solved

Lives that can’t be reborn

Who am I to believe there can be hope in this world

Fear strangling the innocent 

Blinding those that protect us 

Stereotyping those that can change the world

Who am I to believe there can be hope in this world

Never again will I forgive

Wanting to crawl into a black vortex 

Drifting in darkness...away from life

Who am I to believe there can be hope in this world

Devil beckoning the living

Exhausted of living in quicksand

Disturbance of peace extracting what is left of me 

Who am I to believe there can be hope in this world

Shadows swallowing those that trust 

Exterminating humanity in me

Should I Just Give Up

WHO AM I.

But then again...

The bright angelic sun illustrated on my peach white skin like a masterpiece

The radiant waves enveloped me with smells I can not defer clearly

Love…

Peaceful at last...

The sand caressed every inch of my body like a warm blanket

Hearing the trees whisper as I listened 

A sigh of relief flushed out of me

Peaceful at last...

Seagulls caroled through the sky

The wind luring me into the scintillating sea 

Translucent water protecting my bare skin from the ever blazing light above 

Peaceful at last...

As I touched the water with my fingers…

Dancing ripples emerged endlessly flowing through the crystal-clear water

Light from the blushing sun reflected in the water like shimmering stars

Peaceful at last...

Every inch of my body is revived with blissful water

 As I floated on the lucid lake of reality…

Maybe there is hope…

This is who I am.

 

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Me
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Comments

Yeenon14253

This expresses the scruggle that society has put on those that have mental disorders or have been subjected to stereotypes. 

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