This isn't my home, <br />Along with the other restless souls, <br />Though wandering gets me closer, <br />To what feels whole. <br /> <br />What kind of God tells you how to love? <br />Even though your body knows different. <br />Your inner voice says, <br />'Condemned by an invention, ' <br />Deprived of your spirit's light, <br />Eroding away what feels right. <br /> <br />Let me tell you, <br />Evil does not persist nor persuade, <br />It's a trait, <br />That we all possess. <br /> <br />There is no hell that awaits, <br />Just the one that we create, <br />In our heads...<br /><br />Cheyenne Rhon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-our-heads/
