Trapped -
I have this dream, that repeats itself–
One where i find myself trapped,
In an unworldly place– pitch black.
With one puncture–
unloading shimmering golden dust.
Her eyes glued to watch it fall
I am trapped, forced to watch it all.
She floats, but i am scared inside–
On the verge of drowning, but never drowning..
Anxious I try to gasp for air,
but her lips open only a slit.
Stuck on the falling glitter,
It’s changing my perspective of time
It is as though slowly i am turning,
Into a statue of gold.. Am I even her?
Unable to move, it seems i have no control.
This host is not mine to be–
There is a quite—an azure hue, a stillness.
I can see it from the corner of my eyes–
If I let go, maybe thats all i am to be.
A light passing through hollow eyes.
Maybe I am no soul, or that’s all that I am.
Just light trapped in an empty vessel.
Maybe just believing in that,
Could be my death, could be my freedom.
