Self-imprisonment,
lost in the Divine reflections
isolated,
gripped by garlands of projections,
strung
together by misguided hopes
of my mind.
Somniferous words won’t help,
even when touched
by time.
Self-imprisonment,
lost in the Divine reflections
isolated,
gripped by garlands of projections,
strung
together by misguided hopes
of my mind.
Somniferous words won’t help,
even when touched
by time.