The prison of the past

 I escape from the prison of the past

Haunted by illusions gone awry

Filled with accusation against own self

There I go to enjoy the air of renewal

Desire

Touches me

To seduce me

Pushes me

To regain myself again

Released

Like a mad chicken

I crash against a gate which invites me to go in

I feel rescued

Although with my head down I stand

From the warm eggs that I left in my other nest

I hurry not to leave myself go back…

 

I still hide from the sun that has set

A falter whilst running away from the memories

Who it never overcame the end of my shadow

Author: Mirela Sula

 

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