to all of this.
I am so conflicted
within my own head.
My being rages,
craving my Earthly desires
while my thoughts reach
and wander
meandering toward
a higher purpose
or meaning.
My heart- smothered
by thick vines
and my mind
is locked away in a prison
constructed of its own devices.
Like a child tucked away
in her room,
I look from behind my own eyes
- my windows
into the outside world.
Life passing me by.
I cannot help but wonder
Do they see me?
Can they hear me?
Their eyes gaze through me
like I am nothing more
than a refraction through the seeing glass.
-a distraction
from the real picture.
My quiet comforts
have become my
only comforts.
So I will sit.
And watch.
Through my end
of the seeing glass.
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