Poetry (of Chaotic Soul)
 
 

I am just a mind

Trapped in a mortal body.

My dream is liberation

From the temporary home

That traps my soul.

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Each night I escape

To roam freely in the world of the subconscious.

Nothing real is in existence,

Merely shadows of the reality I must leave behind.

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Then I am violently wrenched from the freedom enjoyed so much

To become trapped for another day,

To weaken with the passage of time,

And, if I am not revealed,

To perish with my captor.

 
 
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