Time plays on mental escapes,
growing weary with the escapades
of simple distractions
Mental capacity shapes forms
in the mind and creates delusions,
sprouting fears and lies
Life spins on a circle and fades,
lifting pieces of sanity and slicing
chunks into sprinkled dust
Love's formations dive through
and chase familiar surroundings
further within the threshold
Suddenly, time is not so important,
and feelings collide with logic
clashing and turning chaotic
Life isn't as simple as answers
to questions that are asked continuously,
living in guilt and regret for the past
Confidence turns into nothingness,
and everything is pulled back into
a small corner of one's self
Lies and truth bicker and battle,
and suddenly, motivation is lost
Right and wrong intermingle
Wants and needs blind selfish eyes
and miserable conclusions occur
to drag into the ground once more
Suffering never seems to cease
while the mind wanders freely
without a leash and collar
Beliefs sprout in the garden of lies
Comments
-
I liked the whole thing, but I have to say that I have a favorite Stanza. It's the third one:
Life spins on a circle and fades,
lifting pieces of sanity and slicing
chunks into sprinkled dust
It has a feeling of a harsh caress. It deffinetly paints an image that I like to play over in my mind.
This is a great piece that really says something with a message that forces you to think about it. Great job -
nice write. I like the wording. you truly paint the picture of how lies can eventually strangle a perso and their beliefs






