INSIDE THIS TINY BUBBLE I EXIST,
PATIENTLY WAITING LIKE A FISH,
SWIMMING BACK AND FORTH,
HOPING THE SCENERY SHIFTS,
FROM PINK AND BLUE SQUARES,
AND STRIPS, OF YELLOW LINES...
CHAOTIC SOUNDS...OF MOANS, GROANS
AND WHINES,
CARD SHARKS AND CHESS CHAMPS,
IN A HURRY HEADED NOWHERE FAST,
A SAD EXISTENCE IT IS,
WITHIN THIS TINY LITTLE BUBBLE.
WHO KNEW SO MUCH DARKNESS,
HEARTACHE AND TROUBLE,
COULD FIT IN SUCH A CROWDED SPACE,
A CHILDISH PLACE...IT IS,
IN THIS HELLISH PIT OF ARRESTED MEN,
WITH ARRESTED DEVELOPMENTS,
A FELLOWSHIP OF FELONS WITH,
INCURABLE INSECURITIES,
AND PSYCHOLOGICAL IMPURITIES.
PSYCHOTROPICS ISN'T CURING THINGS,
A HORRID SCENE IT IS,
WITHIN THIS ORB OF SCHEMES...
LIES AND DREAMS...THAT HAVE CALCIFIED,
I LOOK OUT MY MIND
THROUGH ASTOUNDED EYES,
AT WHERE IM HOUSED,
AND WHAT IM SURROUNDED BY,
INSIDE OF MY...
TINY LITTLE BUBBLE.
About the Creator
Alex G
A private person learning to let others in and not hoard all the precious jewels and gems I've gathered along the way , metaphysical, spiritual, poetic and philosophical, from my vessel to yours, HOTEP (PEACE)
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