Dedicated to keenwriterone
At the Threshold of Revelations
We mix His Elixir that was the truth
A deception of reality that poisons
The Soul of Youth
As we all face a Chasm
At the verge of hope
fiddling between edge thoughts
of courage and idiocy
we all at least had one
A reflective,
A stroll down Memory Lane
The Night has been perfect Anyway
But that's because we're familiar with it's Darnkess
Though if The Orchid could only bloom in the moonlight
I would have known I belonged to his imagination.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
