The clouds are malign
aligned so that I may not see
stars up high, their light my life
lighting up paths for me to tread upon
and now I'm trudging in the dark
stumbling and mumbling like a fool
blind to what I cannot see
The paths I used to walk
brightly lit, undimmed
unchecked by that awful restraint of
the self aware
or was I always held
tugged by lines invisible
or perhaps denied
their existence
The soul that inhabits my bodily shell
it is a cracked line, running through
the middle
separating, their incessant fighting,
clawing and biting, pushing and pulling
the duel of a conscious being
internally conflicted and thus
restricted
until declared a winner shall be
I sit slumped back against the wall of
my mind
the dogs now lay asleep
the night is still and all seems quiet
the world covered in shades of grey
no black
no white
No absolute
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