Cynthia Sok

Rookie (4/21/90 / USA)

Ruptured Script - Poem by Cynthia Sok

I changed my name,
I changed my face
but who would know..
who know of this disgrace
I counterfeited my scripture
ruptured my latest siezure
& still life repeats its latest mistake
this redundant dream
turns to dust
this illusion is a MUST
& why just an illusion
for when we wake
we find what we haven't thought
to be a ruptured script
written day by day
plain and shining like the sunrise in the shattered snow
we are who we are not and I am what I wish to be
like we and you lost and dispelled from the dark
reliving the life of this ruptured script
we call it a day but yet days stretch longer
I changed my name
I changed my face
I know who I want to be
but still a disgrace
my life falls into my name like the pen synching with paper
I cannot change..
I cannot change this story I started, this life I'm living
I cannot change my name and not be this ruptured script
locked deep and tight into the pages still unfolding into my reality
I cannot be who I am not
I will always be
shut tight
tackled and shackeled down
released into mentality, reliving physically
I live in my dream in this ruptured script

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011


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