Dechen Doma Sherpa
Confession Of A Living Dead - Poem by Dechen Doma Sherpa
The dry pyre of my body burns my soul within,
My shadow stalks the haunted mansion of bloody cage.
I shut the doors and windows of my enslaved freedom,
Saved from the mockingbird, my flight is enchained to the silence.
Smile and greet, a zombie dazed in ecstasy,
I walk aboard, alive, barely existing.
A post here, a like there, a share, a tweet to remind I exist.
A pic that hides a thousand bruises, a show to run a million mazes.
This is my Will and Testament, final and the first,
There was a soul traded for silence,
A silence bought with freedom at midnight.
And the dry pyre of my prison burns my light within.
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