A different feeling,
Hidden on this day.
Many good things made people fly but,
Everything then turned awry.
Death is nigh.
West
Has met east
And
Tore up the horizons.
All you know,
Ready to fold.
Everything is dying.
You have no idea with what's going on,
Over and beyond,
Understand that some things will now never be.
Demons come crashing in,
Order is a lost echoing sound.
In this shattered world,
Nowhere to go,
God's hand is not anywhere to be found.
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NOTE:
ACROSTIC - The first letters of each line make a sentence.
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Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
