My Poetry Book (Forgotten)

Poem #5

Original:

A Pigment Of Reality

Trapped within a prison of my own self-esteem,

As I slept through the night of nightmarish dreams.

Blinded from the truth enveloped by the devils' lies,

Reality seemed bleak as new rules apply.

My beliefs and freedom in madness they succumb,

For within the darkness sinful acts became unbound.

A captive of my enemies and the lies they sullenly bring,

Hidden under the shadow of every living thing.

Horror rises as the silhouette of my light grow dim,

And behind me are the cryptic voices of all my sins.

I'm being blinded by this evil growing,

My heart deep within is full of people loathing.

With secrets that I keep from ever showing,

I am now the wolf in sheepish clothing.

It doesn't look like that I belong here,

Should I pinch myself to see?

If I'd wake up from a nightmare,

Or could I still be asleep?

The sun then rose again to brighten this day,

Do I get up? Or remain as I am this way.

The sound of the morning sun brought me awake,

I'll boldly walk today only for my sake.