Thoughts I have conquered before,
Left me exposed in front of persons,
Protected from the past no more,
Engulfed by madness as it worsens.
Thoughts I treasured in my core,
Scattered as butterflies far away,
Confiscated as I stumble ashore,
Forgot the true nature of my way.
Thoughts I mapped to explore,
Faded as if a tiny water vapour,
Forgotten behind a closed door,
Plain as a blank sheet of paper.
Thoughts I forced out after a roar,
Found a gust of air for a breath,
Reclaimed my aim in this war,
Guided into the arms of death.
Wednesday, 9thof May 2012