I made this poetry with the inspiration of the following photos sent to me by my father.

I hope you enjoy!

Freed Om

High above our heads—

Completion in deletion—

Artwork surrounds us.

We step in and out of it.

We heave it into our lungs.

 

Life clings to itself

On an oasis threatened,

Yet it shines proudly.

Nerves plucked by needles,

Adrenaline adjusting,

A struggle for peace.

Surviving, striving,

Held under opposing force,

Fighting over love.

We’ve designed this world.

Others overshadow it.

Our minds dance as one.

We’re in the middle.

We’re riding on vibrations.

The sound resonates.

Sliced into moments,

When will you notice beauty?

Don’t let memories

Always occupy your mind.

Fly out from delusion’s grasp.