A Poem by Monika Ribeiro

My past is a story of a tortured soul

Trapped in a jail with invisible doors

No way out and no way in…

Complete unawareness of being within

…In the heart of the greatest lie…

I was the most faithful friend of my greatest enemy

I was the lost coin…

Looking for ways to be destroyed

Locked away… Locked in…

Believing religiously that I held the key

Surrounded by darkness from inside of me

I was a vampire, not even a leech …

so convinced I lived… convinced I was free

 

Chasing after shadows and fighting them winds

I just kept running around, like a chicken – beheaded one

Just running in circles, running in the darkness

Flipping my crippled wings in my utter madness

Admiring the image of my ugliness

Tripping against each stone on my way

In the dirtiest soil, I kept washing my face

Not knowing why, I kept running away!

Away from the world!

Away from myself!

Away from my fate!

Running after freedom! Getting more in-caged!

I tried! …To break away from the spell of his darkness!

But was overwhelmed by fear and tangible sadness…

…After I experienced all deaths that were mine

He surrounded me with a silent shout, singing:

Girl, for you my body has been drained of blood.

How many more times will I pass you by?

How many more crimes will you bring to life?

Recognize me – I am He… Acknowledge me now…

Say you will not die again… Just Cross to the other side…

 

My past is a story of a tortured soul

Trapped in a jail with invisible doors…

My past is a story of a tortured soul

Trapped in a jail with invisible doors…


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