i stood there
in front of the idol
transfixed in a state
i knew not;
was that fear?
angst?
hypnosis?
emotional paralysis?
i still can't discern
clinging to mom's body
a vacant mind
heart under pressure
is god's presence
the same to all?
do people rush to god
to be trapped within?
god was never a happy feeling
he even haunted me…
now?
i don't even think of;
nothing is more divine
than Time that makes
and unmakes me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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