A hindered strength condemned to its ability shelters from the dusk and dawn of reality.
Lost within its imprisonment, familiar with the mentality of chained entities.
Mirroring the reflection of my dearest ancestors abandoned to be banished to death by ignorance.
Endowed thoughts distant from the visions once held with joy and pleasure.
Now becoming strangers in my past, casting with depth forever.
I was once told “never give up and stand for what you believe”.
What I believed is now just a figment of love buried in my minds earth of nothingness.
No visible substance can bring alive the energy of my puzzlement, so the thoughts formed that light years away can no longer assist me.
Only being worthy enough of being long lost memories.
By David C. Robinson