Disconnected Poem by Madrason .
Disconnected
Cut my future, cut the past
cut the things that ever last
cut those ties around my skin
and make free from worldly sin
cut the ties around my soul
and make me feel it all
again
and cut those wings which
make me fall
or jump up from a pain
I am too tall outside
but I am small
when I hide
deep inside
and with nothing
, nothing to gain.
Madrason 26 dec 2014
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4/24/2024 1:19:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Cut the past cut the last, still I shine through my knowledge. Wonderful work.