#05

and it seemed like eternity
that should hold me forever

i choose not
to be prisoner
to be held captive
of the dreams that often lie
though it’s only now that I realized
confinements of reality that are not

i cry
i falter
but yet again I shall rise

this life, this living vision
has betrayed me
to my heart, to passion
but I can see clearly now
what seemed to be so
vaguely, indistinctably depicted

it is to myself
that I misled belief
traitor.
but to me still?
and life has been so.. so..
pitiless, spiteful
to hope I was given up
or is it despair?
hopelessness?

and so from here I end
of what seemed to be
existence unlivable

i shall begin to live.
i shall begin to breathe.
i shall begin to feel.
and mercilessness not to my own being
yet to myself in the past.

dreams gone
and failures non-existent
realities arise.

i am.