The Cocoon Covered Child

A mash up of four thinkers

Like society living in a dream

Clean, untouched, unseen

like a broken glass

hiding in growing grass

like a new born child looking to the right to the left

passes his childhood home thinking back at old memories

the look of his mother clinging to the noose of reality

He cries he cries, looks up to the sky

What is god in his eyes

Full of hate and despise he tries, he tries

Questions if he’ll survive.

 

Others move on while he’s left behind

The smiles of those who’ve reached sublime

His hopes, his dreams obliterated to screams

In hopes to redeem the truth

masked like a politician’s words

dripping with deceit

down to his feet uttering defeat

A ray of light brings him back up to fight

Reaches out to clear the night

Astray for a new sight.

 

Metamorphosis, liberate his well earned bliss

‘piss piss’ the red devil in the mist

Big and strong leading path of the wrong

‘Gone gone’ is the devil’s song

Live the life where he belongs

Waking up without ever sleeping, a new baby was born

No longer does he mourn to Satan’s horn

Jesus was reborn

With Jerusalem’s thorns

Spread like an acre of corn

He says ‘These needles are no longer torn’.

Author's Note

First poem published, enjoy :)