What of our Existence
We are all captured creatures...
of our own imagination..
naked.. we are trapped...
by the vast expanse... of thoughts..
that inhabit our tortured souls..
With forlorn faces.. we wait- as the snakes
of our past ...encircle our hearts..
held fast ...by the thorny limbs of time..
we will not move forward..
and can not look back..
Christ - like.. we are crucified
to the existence ...we ourselves create....