Lone Ghost

Bethinking In The Roof

Standing in my roof
between night and day,
absorbed in this twilight state,
observing, pondering,
like Batman,
engrossed in lone introspection,
watching the city and its outskirts,
...how much injustice...
how beautiful and powerful...

Birds become bats,
squirrels turn into rats,
hopes become dreams,

The sounds of the cars becomes the rustling of the leaves,
and the light evaporates until darkness totally pervades.

As the city begins to fall asleep
inside myself an inner war ignites...
my demons take over my angels,
my peace turns into fury
I go from sane to insane
and begin to face my sacred pain.

I feed my thirst to follow the beats of my heart,
by using that pain to sense my way out to liberty,
by using that anger to set my soul on fire
and create unique art.

The demons become my employees
and the darkness becomes my light.

Because there is slavery
freedom tastes like glory.
Because there is struggle and pain,
life's battles are not endured in vain,

Because you exist
I can persist,
because there is chaos and fear,
a brave hero I can be.

Topic(s) of this poem: freedom, liberty

Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 5, 2017
Poem Edited: Thursday, February 9, 2017

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