They are back again.
In my head.
I hear them.
They call to me.
Always lurking in the shadows.
The thrilling dream.
They wait outside the door.
I take a hit.
They are louder than ever.
They command me.
Everyone commands me.
For it is alone,
within my head,
it all resides.
Captured by both gods and men.
I must answer the knocking at the doors.
I inhale the future and push myself towards rapture.
I am forced to see gods that are not my own.
I see it.
I live it.
The downfall.
The curse.
The languages of forgotten gods.
I am captured here.
Something much bigger speaks to me.
But I am trapped by man,
in a small world that is nothing more than a cave.
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Comments3
A most interesting format and well spoken as a conflict that needs resolution. Well written
Thank you 😊
Nicely crafted write expressing the inner conflicts which need resolving, nicely written
Thanks 🙏
You are very welcome
Angels knocking at the door !
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