Self captives

Its all a matter of  your vision
are you battered to lose your mission?
or are you blinded by the lies in your eyes?
maybe your blooded body lies with and within your secret files
its all but a brutal battle for the woubded
who spend daylights shell shocked
the self captives

they listen to inner culminatory voices and worldly wild screams
mayhems are their anthems
the irony is that their agony is not self known
fighting in a war they dont know they`re fighting
a self inflicted wound will prove knowledgeable come tomorrow
a scar to make their past so vivid
its hard being a self victim in the society
first morning breath awakes you to headline your war role
yes,the self captives

sometimes they try to stay focused
like locusts
but the reality seems too deep to beckon
too strong for realism to be true
they get too blind to see tomorrow
some too broke to beg or borrow
spurning on the hope radar
deeming lost chances of cowardice
yes,the self captives

they`re wired and never seem to get tired
walking tremendous distances for instance
some in mind
and some in strides
all walking in the shadow of their dreams
its said you live once
but you die forever
come ripe age and they`ll all open their feeble eyes
it was all in an illussional cage of self shackles
lives wasted
dashed hopes
unfulfilled dreams
lives were spent in the captivity of negativity
waiting for the futile end of their calamity
so,man up my dear friend
lest you fancy an inclusion into the list of the undone
hell yeah,the self captives


*my first ever poem,unpublished until now