Trapped in Life in Poetry

  • Sept. 18, 2019, 7:11 p.m.
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The Earth
Is a sinful breeding disease
Fabricated in plastic
Created to be surreal
Nothing is real
Multiply it by two
To hear a story untrue
Divide what is left
And prepare for God’s test

I had a dream
That ate a hole inside my head
Leaving a message for the dead
Then I transformed into a liquid
Dissolving into the Earth
Soaked up by its roots
Then prescribed
As food for the world

We devoured a drug
To magnify the spectrum of life
Hoping an answer is somewhere
Inside the unknown
Full of puzzles and riddles
Trying to evolve
To another level
Before darkness
Closes the wormholes of light
Trapping our souls
In this prison
Called “LIFE”


woman in the moon September 19, 2019

Oh we will get out eventually.

Raphael Tiriel woman in the moon ⋅ September 19, 2019

I know this is my last life.

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