open mind, turning empty

a
fortress
built
of
letters
dressed
as
words
bound
together
as
sentences

butterflies
dressed
as
knights
of
beautiness
ask
for
entrance

flying around
being bound
to colourful images and feelings

suddenly
they
change
their
face,
becoming
black
knights
of
personal pressure,
blocking
both
soul and body

chaos

shut down

silence

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2 Responses to open mind, turning empty

  1. johncoyote says:

    You are a amazing writer. I like the way you use words. I like the short lines. Create vision and thoughts in the excellent poetry.

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