Canvas of an impostor

 

The canvas of an impostor

 

Sometimes when it’s least expected

out of life the world brings a soul to its knees. 

It reaches forth its powerful hand,

jerking one back to a humbling experience. 

It’s not the crippling effect that has control over you,

it’s not the sense of powerless

lost in a darken world, but instead,

it’s the manifestation of one’s own mind

that has immobilized the inner soul. 

 

A river of darkness appears,

traveling around blind bends,

smashing into walls as if

no sense of awareness,

no sense of conscious,

but knowledge of a web estranging

one’s most precious mind.

 

Touch the nearest to a soul

will give a renewed sense of awareness,

a passion once lost,  

compassion back to the luster

that has dulled in the morning dew…

 

It’s not what it seems,

it’s an illusion that has entered the canvas,

utilizing a brush and paint that has diligently

obscured one’s thoughts with hopelessness

in an elusive game called life. 

 

To hold a key

that unlocks a lost soul

is a blessing,

and must be share wisely…

Author's Note

thanks jc

Reviews

[JC]

Very powerful description of one who has become lost in their own mind..

I think you need to review this line: "will give a renewed since of awareness,"
I think you were perhaps wanting use sense in place of since.

Thanks for sharing Ralphy... see ya over at CC

JC