Literature
God Complex
twists and turns, belittling thoughts.
Ups and downs, havoc wrought.
Emotions strewn across the floor,
Their contents lay bare to the world.
A cold conscience reaches out,
It's icy tendrils probing the feelings.
Wandering through the library of gone,
leafing through pages of then.
The conscience searches;
listening for the now, tasting the if.
Waiting for the when,
pondering the how.
rising up from the depths of despair,
and thought appears.
One single thought, so simple it's almost over looked.
A thought that shakes it to the core,
dropping books and knocking shelves.
it cannot take this anymore.
To truly live, one must fir