The very fabric of your existence is torn, you watch as it fades away like Cigarette smoke
Is your eden burning?
Did you bite the fruit?
Unwanted knowledge floods your mind And devours it whole like a snake, throwing you into the lion's pride.
Do you Now question your saints, your own belief?
Your faith will not let you enter a paradise that you doubt
Even though you wish It to exist
Deep down you know the blood was always just wine,
That I can not walk on water
Yet still you watch, you want a miracle, no mirages, no mirrors
You gaze at my step
The first step that sends to the bottom
Plunging straight down
Under the river
You dive after me
But you can't swim
so you sink
At the bottom a Church
Where the fish sing hymes
Where you are truely closest to God
At the edge of death
This itself is your miracle
YOU ARE READING
To You From Me
PoetryI write what I feel in the moment I feel it And write the words as I see them It's just A book of poems Maybe its worth a read to you, But also maybe its not. "The fixation of beauty is always looking through a telescope and always failing to see th...
