This poem was written by a friend of mine on Facebook named Travis Thoth. I am but amature
in the art of Poetry but this piece appealed to me. I ask his permission to share it with you and he graceiously agreeded. May it bring you the pleasure it brought me.
Dying a thousand deaths every moment of life,
I chase a dream only to find a nightmare.
I cage myself from the horrors of the world:
Bound, eternally, to the horrors of my own soul.
O’ fantasy, free me from the tyranny of life.
Make me love me:
Even if I be not the object of my affections.
Hold my thoughts and senses from that which plagues me.
Now, I am Prince, Pauper, and Knight of Sacred Virtue.
Now, I am Sage, Saint, and Keeper of Great Wisdom.
Now, I am Maiden, Minstrel, and all things joyful.
Until the break in worlds, I am my desired me.
Copyrighted: 04/28/2009 Travis Thoth