Émigré of The Soul

Forsaken of memory Begotten Human Dust lingering longingly In hallowed Temple halls Adorning walls composed of fictions Dreamings all inside of mind Ashes of Stardust Sparkling in Time Obscuring the I Within own eyes Screams of Imposter And I look around Amid a sea of turning heads Refugee in Asylum Zion is a Vision Yet maturity is fantasy Games are played In our sordid nursery Survival is a Prize The broken Hallelujah Rise Up Be Free MH 10.01.2024 Image by Lady Painter Art