I'm watching the world below me from the Heavens.
Listening from Hell to the conversations above me.
Speaking into a microphone, my voice booming like God's thunder, with Lucifer's seductiveness.
I am neither holy nor am I hell bound.
I am chaos in its most beautiful form.
The combination of yin and yang.
I am an Angelic Demon, travelling through every dimension.
What is my name?
I have no name known to spoken language.
No physical body; a feeling of my presence.
A sense of my existence.
YOU ARE READING
The Process of
PoëzieThis whole book is a poem made up of smaller poems. It's a story of someone that is struggling through life. It's up to you to decipher your own story through this. #7 in haiku July 18, 2018 #1 in enlightenment July 18, 2018 -EasonV (Free verse and...
