A Riddle Of Thought Poem by joshua bissot

when he spoke as just one he did so as we
but when pluralized he spoke the word me
his voice digitized from pitch low to high
in his crescendo i heard my voice go by

a riddle of thought was spoke in the dark
find what you seek where one can not lark
alone in this place now shadows i see
like ghosts or lost souls all circling me

entrapped to be made as prisoner in round
but i am the middle that they all surround
all once naive fools with hearts far to kind
predicated on hope are souls now left behind

all alone as a child its me
soon enter her followed by he
calm in voice warm tamber soft tone
asking me son please safely come home

if there is a heaven this place it be
and though it feels safe i long to be free
i love you i tell them this you both know
my heart with you always but now i must go

raised on stage there stand two men
both powerful leaders and i one of them
as the din of the crowd gets evermore loud
in rhythm staccato they chant my name proud

empowered i feel successful and strong
but my heart tells my mind something is wrong
magical tricks with great presentation and surprising prestige
but i have a magical trick of my own and take my escape in reprieve

-jOsHua joSepH bIssoT -al art (0+)