A poem by Nigel David Richey (Contributor for the Culture of Awareness)

Spiraling out from my own galaxy, history remains mystery as we struggle to find meaning behind misery, dark eyes and lofty lies often revealing what softly lies beside society, between you and I.

Wondering, why, why can’t we simple define, the struggle we encounter while remaining trapped inside, mental corridors empty familiar walls, crumbling down with these thought-less halls, a baby trapped within wails and balls, searching for that parent that won’t heed the call, lost but at what cost to a nation refusing to fall, victim and prey to identifying flaws. We stand tall.

Flawlessly unlawful, hopelessly un-thoughful, a dictator in the making, yet only craving waffles. Maybe patience is only as good as a stone throw, maybe waiting is the only mistake that I truly do know. Maybe patiently waiting, for divine revelation, spurs my hesitation I’ve been trying to get a break from. I don’t know..

Whilst remaining stuck in limbo, actively learning simple, attempts to become a new symbol. Remaining faithful in the people, heart equality penetrating the mind of evil, begging for a new sequel, wait.. we’re only in the prequel.