external gripes seizing me, there's nothing left to see
of what was once here, but when did it occur to me
that my emptiness was caused by a cavity
believed to be out of my control
that I hadn't considered, or give a single thought
Was suddenly awakened by the flight of a white dove
now I gather courage, to prepare for change
whether it is for better or worse
however it's not so easy, a swamp is never clear
unless you make it so, but by then it won't ever be the same
no more dead trees sunk deep into the black mud
springs lead into the crystal lake, where the lotus blooms
is this my new home
Is this what it's like when revelations overcome reality?
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Another attempt, Poetry And Short Stories.
PoesíaPoems like short stories about feelings one might feel in every day life. Some angst, and hope. All written by myself, inspired by music and the things I feel.
