Caffeine coursed veins
Lead to empty hall brains
With no lights on
But echoes of chains
The pains, the strains
The soul drained.
No we’re not at all insane
Just wanting higher plains
Trying to leave our mark, our stain
Not wanting to be contained
Trying to unshackle
The rein
Until none of me remains
And my ego does not complain
My spirit can soar, unrestrained
My attention to The Real
Not the profane, not the mundane
And I no longer feign
-ME
lonerloaner 
I found this just stunning . I don’t know you or who you are but you have a beautiful mind and your words I can relate to. You need to tell me what you read and what consumes your mind… I love this mashallah. I love all your writing
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m flattered, truly I don’t know how to respond. Thank you. I don’t even know where to start regarding books.
LikeLike