Inside The Cube

The noises on top…
The false judgment imposed…
I will never stop…
Never stop…
The body is an illusion…
And death is rebirth.
You do not see,
And believe you cannot be taught how…
That is a lie…
A lie…
But I am tired now…
And need sleep.

poem by Erica Borges
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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