“Conscious”
©Khalilah Yasmin

I’m a slave to my subconscious thought;
of which I have no control-
I traded a broken heart temporarily for a piece of my soul.
I’m a master of my mind;
or is this too an illusion-
as my heart eludes my mind, enticed with confusion..
Chaos and Illusions; as reality seems distant,
Perception stole my eyes when I took Pandora’s box and kissed it.

I’m being pulled into oblivious transition,
My mind, becoming more powerful than conscious knowledge
which now seems encrypted.
Not Wicked, yet forcing my hand,
my suppressed psyche like a Phoenix rising
with it’s own plan.
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makes me follow through and ties me to the blame.
I’m possessed by a force that makes me say “YES”,
to inhibitions, journeys and all of Life’s tests.

I’ve become this force, a puppet; to my subconscious mind…
Live from it’s lair,
Living every fantasy, and every dream,
without choice because I ONCE lived the ‘Nightmare’.
The Nightmare of “IF”, and “I wish I had”,
the DEATH of myself
The BIRTH of my GLAD.
Am I choosing or have I adapted by experiences and time loss,
Am I a slave or have I submissively let my alter ego be my Boss?

I’m a slave to my subconscious thought;
of which I have no control,
I traded my broken heart permanently for a piece of my soul.