Feelings, your chains
imprison me to feel
the catharsis of humanity.
Whether it be the
shackles of agony,
or the lynchings of slavery,
or the torture of negligence,
your eyes penetrate through the
indifference of her difference:
she is no dissident from the
lines of societal arbitration,
nor does she scorch my soul
like the passion of the Third World.
Why do you glimmer in this
abyssal sky,
waning to the glimpse of my eyes.
Or is your light merely
a reflection of my hopelessness created
through the falsehood of my lies.
Acknowledgement buried deep inside me,
desiring to flee,
but I remain a fugitive,
scared of my domestic
position.
These feelings locked up,
Eyes Wide Shut.
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