All these strangers and tribulations
Sandcastles to the Sea
Nebulas and constellations
Create another beautiful story
Visitors upon my doorstep
Knocking upon my stubborn door
Are you content in my presence
Or the enemy that I should ignore
Should I lend a hand that feeds
At great lengths and risk
To abide the instinctual need
Or suffer the blade at my wrist
Conceptual manifestations
Dig their way into my mind
The parasite that seeks my fear
And my fear it will find
But like sand castles on the shore
Your presence washes them to the Sea
Should I turn and shall I run
Or stay and see what may be
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoesiaAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
