Member Poem

Somewhere between searching for my soul and losing my mind
I have lost my actual self.
Someone I never knew emerged and forged light into my psyche instead---
Of letting it be.
For I have died five years ago
But none of you have seen
We are echoes of the past trying to live what has been.
Memories are altered with specs of the unknown
I am what I was and what was never shown
Concealing reality,
Exposing what’s supposed to be hidden
To speak of the newly founded truth is now forbidden.
So I envision what they want me to
Though it’s hard to pretend when you know what is true.
What is left of me?
Nothing.
Just a rustic dose of things I have created and a soul petrifying.
Lost the life I had once and was searching for,
Before it even began,
We are unconsciously murdered deep down to core.
Do not attempt to speak of it to those who “knows”
They will mock your knowledge and dignity
Do not attempt to speak of it to those who’s “alive”
For they will presume that you are dead inside.
But you are.
You are just an echo created from star
Light manifesting physically with emotions
Walking off blinded from the obvious cautions
Searching requires that something is lost,
Like how our purpose has been poisoned
Depleting creative possibilities of our ghost.
And though our memories may differ,
Due to a shift that was delivered
Unconsciously
To us by an absurd mentality
The truth is,
We are blinded from the death of our reality.
But who am I to speak of such?
I’m just an echo from the past
I have seen the truth and was forced to hide
Cos I was a threat
“Corrupting” minds.