by George "Papa" G.
A creator lost in my creation;
stumbling blindly through this illusion
tripping over choices of my own making.
Greater than my past, yet a traitor to the flame within.
Exhausted by the cost of Karma's conclusions,
quaking and shaking, I pray to Gods aching for a response.
Accosted by the voices in my head,
rationalizing why I should write.
Confined by the sensations of frustration and
the relations to my salvation,
my heart is breaking as I stand alone.
A star who once shone bright.
False confusion to what is true,
slipping into madness,
surrounded by sadness,
all is my fault.
I knew, and you do too.
Papa G © Tuesday, September 16, 2003
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