Discolored Prism

Peering through the lens of life
I feel vacant
Saturated with uneasiness
Without reason
Beyond expression
The balance of give and take off course
Without an atlas to guide the way
Back to confidence and self-assurance
That define my existence
Are the stars aligned
In a crossfire duel
Holding me hostage in their limbo
Creating havoc in my life
Blocking the light that flows
As they view me through their
Discolored prism
Fragmenting my security
Among the stars…

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sometimes life makes you wonder if their is more… i went through a spell when i pondered the big picture for a long time… really not receiving any answers until the phase passed… yet as i traveled that path during that time… i was greatly disappointed and left wanting for all that i really didn’t know or understand.


life, poetry, questions, prism, meaning, lens, answers, seeking, discolored, adrena, disenchantment


  • red addiction
    red addictionover 5 years ago


  • It was me too!!!

    – Adrena87

  • devotee1
    devotee1over 5 years ago

    Brilliant work! Love the imagery and sense. We must be our own stars, and our own prisms. These prisms of refractivity are Divine crystals in us, to send off infinite spectrum of beams—of ours, as imagined. At least, that’s my two cents for what it’s worth.

  • Thank you so very much… I appreciate your comments and insight!

    – Adrena87

  • TryadDestiny
    TryadDestinyover 5 years ago

    Been here too and written while there nicely done Paul :)))))))))))

  • Thanks, Paul!

    – Adrena87

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