*if you read this it would be nice to get some feedback on what confuses you in the poem.. thank you :D*
Misconception within all that you read? Lies!
Dimensions of a colour on silk,
Pick an oxymoron that describes to me a simple skill,
What was the life in which you took shelter?
What hollow bearer withered a flower and caused you sorrow?
Was it wrong to cross over the raging river which set a path impossible to follow?
I was thinking about the continues span of hatred that escapes our lips today,
I held my hand up and a stone seemed to fall on to chest and make my life harder,
If being noticed in the world means chains on your arms and legs,
Why do the people push themselves to the top and then after all the stupidity,
Realised it’s the lowest you can get?
A cure for the wrong that hands chose in the card of the power,
Wisdom only reacted after the world had taken a chance to laugh and scar your soul,
Pale and unwilling now a hand that is blackened by anything darker then her own,
Stained with a thought of betrayal and misleading frames,
Plastic cohabitation in which the co-ordinance exist and are arranged,
To look is to be blinded and fooled,
To hear is to be told a lie and be deceived and manipulated,
Head twists in an endless ring of insanity, where white is black in the eyes I hold,
Yet in the mist of hand a flood of mishap,
Seen and cleaned into the ancient foundations of the reality,
Moulding world evolving in the time of clocks where a battery makes it stop,
And profound in the wisest sun that milked the flowers and trees of oxygen,
And lights itself so high that it helped to fry the land and die,
Ready for the end in which it holds the open hand, and accept the human race must stand,
Throughout the life in which we seek and feel we think of the things we hold as real,
Does it matter if you are asleep?
And really in the grasp of a terrible fiend which rips away at us, while wires exhaust our veins?
Reality in the slightest light of day, it only joined by the lightest glue in mind,
So it is wrong to accept all the problems, may be done…. And confined…
