I find myself in an empty place,
Where birds dont chirp and frogs refuse to croak,
Where sunlight is luxurious and break of dawn anxiety anew.
I find myself in a void place,
Where lines do not end and circles meet not,
Where a smile is painful and laughter is but a foreign tune.
I find myself in a dark place,
Where mystery shrouds me in crimson clothes and sorrow is evident in each breath,
Where sugar is suggestive of bile and honey like bitter herbs.
I find myself in an unworthy place,
Where pain is aromatic and tears are healing,
I find myself in a shallow place,
Where the moon outshines the stars and the sun is a shadow of itself.
I find myself in a claustrophobic place,
Where i wouldn't want anyone to ever be,
Because I cannot say if you will find your bearings,
But believe you me like the sun whenever i set i rise again,
And each time i rise my rays are increasingly blinding.
I find myself in a crystal place,
Where among the thorns I am the rose select,
Because I fly on the wings of the eagle and my song is a symphony of peace
I find myself in a terrestrial place
where i bathe in love and repose in scented lilies
I find myself a victor