Change

You rendered the artifact of life to the museum of life as you traveled the horizons of time.
Standing on the threshold of bitterness because of your direction, you ponder the signs of creation.
Searching for treasures within the elements of your dreams, the whisper of the wind collapses in your mind.
Your intentions are greater than your reality; your insight orchestrated darkness.
Sermons of doubt has fulfilled your intellect and your dreams are smothered in ashes of once was.
Declarations of your future are withheld in the torment of your mind bestowed upon you by others.
Safe in the hands of your accusers you propel with nothing that found your inspiration.
Your journey welcomed the thoughts of graves that went before you in emptiness.
Searching the theater of lost souls you enable your dreams of determent to proceed without activation.
The end of your beginning is the latter rain of your hope caused by the prescription of lies.
The self-esteem of manipulations granted you an audience of tribulation with your change for life.

Written by Theodore Mosley
January 17,2017

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