I allowed myself to see eternity
on the edge of the end of it all
for a moment it seemed clear to me
yet it felt like I might fall
Holding curtains red as flame
and snowy white as steam
I was never the same
for it was not just a dream
and the needles hot
pierced my heart
a deep ringing shot
tore the night apart
i saw the last of the earth
fade far into an abyss
Like a premature birth
I was too small for this
yet there I beheld
the starlight shore
and somehow I felt
I had been here before
spirit sentry
guiding light
brought me nearer
to eternal sights
and then I fell
with a hopeless thud
back to the hell
of all that was
(December 14th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...