Sean Irvine - Simple mind

This area is killing me,
Secluded and redefining the sense in every way.
I’m trapped in my own space of dwelling.
The dieing instance of abrasive murder.
How can you feel this way, making me break.
Shattering mirrors are slowly rotting,
As the root of the cross decays
The swamp of freedom is overfilling,
And I turn to the world to settle down.
But as I look closer, finding life and death in the same tunnel.
I realize this life is everything I know and hate.
“It’s too bad this seed has been born to waste”
I think to myself,
Ignoring the truth.
The facts, so pleasant to me, yet vital to others.
Impermeable

Breath words of a simple mind at least I know they’re mine.

Why is the dim ground…pause…repeated favors.
“Nothing can stop me” Is this a statement?

Sean Irvine

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