I thought
Life was chaos, death was peace
Life was pressure, death was release
Floating in the stream of nothingness
Rowing forever where the ferryman takes
Wandering aimlessly in the dark cascade
Which grew and fed on the bones decayed
No walls no roof just a pit black void
Occupied by the stillness death employed
The emptiness inside mathched with the world
Separated by a film or not separated at all
The signs of existence totally vanished
My sense of myself began to tarnish
I faded away in the shadows of hell
My matter was gone my conscience could tell
Slowly i grew tired
Tired of the endless darkness within
Tired as tired when i was sheathed in skin
Tired that i wished for the stillness to end
Tired that i remorsed for life to extend
As i grew morose i saw a sight
From an archway came a golden light
The guardian of the gates eyed me strong
The hell hound cerebrus floated along
Doned 3 heads and a serpent's tail
With Claws of a beast as i heard in the tale
He stopped, we stopped face to face
His majestic appearance held me dazed
He opened the gates of rebirth attached
I entered and a new hope inside me hatched
I woke
I woke up dizzy in the hospital bed
12 minutes it was that i was dead
I woke in the dark my skin was curled
But not as dark as the underworld
I woke up amidst a thousand eyes
I woke as the undead i rised
Crushing pain had filled my head
On wounding memories i was fed
Serially i was wrenched with tears
Not of mine but of near and dears
Clashing remarks of my rebirth
Shook and cracked the face of earth
But i was prepared this time to fight
I was tired of the dark i craved the light
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Willful Verses
PoetryWords. Words are power, words are hope, words are comfort and words are strong. Specially when they are intertwined into beautiful strings of lines which weave into verses and ultimately gives us warmth in the form of a poem. Everyone has there un...
