I always assumed that happiness gives a very limited space of imagination and restricts your inspiration. I see now why I’m trapped in the shadows and dark places. If you want to knock doors never been knocked before, you need to go with yourself to places you’ve never visited. Your mind is a maze and inspiration is a riddle. And you need to be the maze runner and explore your mind and see what it hides deep down inside, then you can solve these riddles. Once those riddles are solved, the doors you knocked shall open and they will lead to a running river of imagination. When you drink from that, you will be even more thirsty, you simply won’t get enough of it. It is the good, harmless addiction.
I shall now let you to read my next poem, Walk Through My Shadow.
Wake up! It’s a dream
Or not as it seems
Help your unused wobbly knees
Take your first step, hold on to that tiny beam
Open your eyes, stretch your arms
Break that holy shell
You weren’t born to live in a cell
Suck those poisoned charms
Wake up! It’s a nightmare!
You are trapped in your fears
Evil whispers in your ears
You are mine. Only Mine. Don’t you dare
Back to the cell, back to hell
Retract behind the bars
You picked the snake out of all the spinning jars
Take the pill and pay your bill
Walk Through My shadow
I am the unseen
The inevitable hollow
I am yourself who I mean
Poem Credit: Mo’men Ashour
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