Nothing like childlike curiosity can lead to exploration.
Written by @linzo
Where curiosity resides in love
Needles can be found in hay stacks
In hopeless desolate places
Where a prickly search leads me
To my feeble decaying flesh
Parading itself in bone brittleness
In a self made prison barred by skeletal structures
Built upon the foundation of an age old lie
I am shaken from the cold of longing
As hairs stand guard upon droplets of my sweat
In response to a tear jerked defence
I stand in fear of that which I created
To protect a transient gate of materialism
Delirious in my despair, the illusion flashes
In shock, I lose the keys to my prison gate
Bones ceasing in locked in syndrome
As the hinged tendons cry out for movement
Hope turns a key at the hands of curiosity
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