Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Tight and narrow
Is the space
That occupies this special place
An arrow aimed true
And pure
Or something to be found
Obscure
Those things are the only objects in this earth
Made of humanity or delivered at birth
That could ever breach this labyrinth of reality
And could somehow prove that love can restore ones humanity
Tiny noises we forget to hear
Angry words we hold so dear
The things that we have out in our ear
Causes of anxiety and fear
Seeing it does not make us immune 
We all have our moments of dissolution
As silly as if thinking hearing our favorite tune 
Creates paradises illusion .