In deep despair I found myself,
Walking among my shattered mind.
I left illusions on the shelf
But also many truths behind.
And as I walked I found that if
There was some hope, I had no sight.
Too stiff a carcass of a soul
Has been that man roaming the night.
Between my footsteps and the dirt
I would be drawn toward the pits,
The final crevice of a soul
Who seeks to die in the abyss.
A final moment with myself
Upon this cursed, shattered plain.
A final moment on the edge
Of my own mind, sorrow and pain.
And then I saw, as clear as day,
In spite of this old land of dark,
A silhouette, a woman, grace...
Whom green flickers set her apart.
She hovered past the nothingness,
With eyes of green, and dress of green,
Up to the ledge where I was standing,
Glowing a light deep from within.
She had the scars of pain inflicted,
Upon her face and in her eyes.
I realized she once stood here,
One step away from her demise...
The lip of darkness
Meets the land near my toes.
The end is near.
The final resting of my sleep,
The end of sickness, pain and fear.
"Truly my dear, you're a beauty,
A marvel if I may confess,
For your own saving was an effort
My heart alone cannot express..."
My final words toward the ghost:
"I won't be swayed by stories, dear",
Have been concluded with a step
Into the end of pain and fear.
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Through the veil ( Poetry )
PoëzieA volume of poems under work, a story told chaotic and backwards about the birth, death, life and intrigues of "a" or "the" God, and one small mortal who takes the trip to discover all in-between them.
