Theme: Abstract

Who Were You?

Who were you, you who lay
On that drab slab of stone?
A motionless victim of your
Paranoid world.

Did you ever find THAT key?
The key that unlocks the unstable
Door to mind’s true reality.

A reality hidden in a swirling
Maelstrom of colour rich dreams;
Which fade in and out of sight of
The watchful mind’s eye.

An eye which brooks no individual
Choice or pattern of thought;
The paranoid eye with a thousand yard stare.

So sleep my young brother and care
No more; for your life is ended now;
And your dreams of illusion are spent.

Your bankrupt memory bank, caused by
A mind tax on your empty existence;
That nobody so bereft of imagination
Should ever have to bear.


More By  :  Stephen Watson

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