Inner Schism
Cradling back and forthmore and more
preparing war
against invisible
forces climbing my shoulders
whispers me into something miserable
Pressure is building
and shielding
my tracks are concealed
by the evil that stings like a needle
Leap and meet
this persona facing me
to greet
him with the rapture
he faced me with
when my mind broke into fractures
Mastering the spiraling
demonic features
of my future
where I'm pending to ascend
into the comfort and the grace
to recognize my face
Reflecting something that makes sense
behind the fence
of all the lies that I despise
Far away I can see
a crying child in a tunnel of my mind
realizing it is me
Shaking limbs
towards the mirror in attempt
to cast out all the sins
and encounter inner selves
Casting spells
towards the hollow
redeeming from the sorrow
where I am
piecing up the puzzle of my soul
to once again get overwhelmed
by the feeling to be whole
Far away I can see
the silhuette of my childhood
coming closer to me
erasing all the traces of vacancy
licking all the wounds of deviancy
Poetry by tobias wedin
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Written on 2010-05-28 at 15:08
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