My body remained dormant as my mind awoke frantically. Immediately, I realized that I had no control of myself. My soul was imprisoned in mundane chambers.
It was the same nightmare again. My breath became haggard, my sight blurred, but the silhouette remained grotesquely terrifying...
Have you ever had a question that imprisoned your mind to the point you felt jailed within yourself? Your mind over burdened by the question, restricting your freedom to respond? Here is a very short poem of when I experienced this same situation. This poem is using the Limerick method.
The snowflakes hit the ground with a tender kiss, as if to affirm with the earth that their love story was meant to be. The islander looked at the powdery sky with awe, the sight breathtaking. A symbiotic harmony between sky, earth and man.