looking through my transporter window again
Vision distorted by the rain on the pain
Pain of my life not being
Pain of my life not seeing
Frustrated by not giving or feeling
Conscience eventually is heeding
Need to reclaim lost life spent
Need to engage in life hence
Reflecting on reflection
Distorted molecules mesmerised
Misconceived thoughtlessness thrives
Day to day to day to day to day
pass by
Realisation soon arrives
Self harm intoxication, much alive
No visual cuts, no visual harm
Just brain and body sighs
Back in the day enculturation
Has programmed system to decline
Recreate my soul
Fire, forge, send
Overwhelming seeing
Overwhelming being
Essence held deep sense
Sacrifice this love
So souls can breath together again
Please be careful of this human text
love sacrifice
Only redeemed once judged, passed and blessed
Molécule, combination, caress
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An insight piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth in good diction with conviction. Love is a spiritual experience that is both whimsical and temperamental. Thanks for sharing Luke.