Desolated from my past, present and future.
My will became none.
He looks upon me everyday, seeing each sorrow.
I became more aware of the sky, the sea and the earth.
I could hear him speak and each creature talk silently but beautifully,
they talked and talked each to their own language,
they cried and cried.
I saw the sky, the sea and the earth,
reading the fourth chapter wanting it to become the seventh, slowly to take in each word he spoke.
He looks upon me everyday, seeing each sorrow, as I cry and cry.
Unveiling gods belief, if I see the sky, the sea, the earth... I feel the sand beneath my feet as I walk along the river bed touching the water softly,
rippling through my fingers, knowing I can hear creatures speak in their own language.
I'll read you his final verse.
YOU ARE READING
ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇʟғ。
Poetry'A glance into my imagination' @lividbruisespoetry ❌Do not claim as your own❌
