Collection of Random Poetry - Terra Robinson (easy novels to read TXT) 📗

/> Her body is in constant despair.
Her heart hung by a single string,
owned by greasy fingers.
The brain works for Defiant,
always regretting.
Its master refuses it to have a voice,
whether it is wrong or not.
It is dependent,
whining for its bottle of milk,
crying as a newborn with no options,
no knowledge of life.
Is it me,
or is it reality that dominated my awakening?
I see colors that do not exist;
I feel a feeling that has never been felt;
I taste the flavor of everything,
but also nothing; I smell music.
Is it possible?
Are my senses playing tricks on me,
or am I simply insane?
Do I have a brain in my head
or a box full magic
that has been flying through the galaxy,
without an opposite force to act on it?
Life is a huge question mark.
We never know what is going to happen next;
we are always running
from what we do not know what to run from.
I guess you can say we are running from nothing,
there comes our paranoia.
That could explain my questioning of what I am encountering.
I doubt it.
Everything feels so real but supernatural.
It is like my life is the question
we are all supposed to answer before we die:
What is the purpose being on Earth?
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Publication Date: 12-01-2011

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