Respecting life and it’s stature in mine,
giving it’s due in everything daily.
Interpreting difficult solutions to whatever
happens to infiltrate my sphere in time, handling
it all with imaginative intellect.
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Loneliness is a state of mind, one I’m in quite often.
Choosing to go off by myself, just to write from interior contemplation where life is totally stark in it’s heroic reality.Points of interest never escape my pen, as imagination rolls out many ideas, fulfilling every neuron and synapse with poetry.A life-long trance of loneliness encapsulates my being of my own free will now and evermore.
Mourning stars poking my interior mind,
Causing a sadness so deep, life cannotcontain it within it’s meager grasp.Holding on, being guided by a lone candleflame, lighting the way towards hope.Bringing faith closer, yet not altogetherclose enough to be used in prayer.
Centering myself in a cavern of blackened grief,
Reflecting on the essence that has been buriedfor so long, not strengthening the ties withearthly life.
Standing rigid and unbendable, certain people think they are important.
When looked at under the light of God, Himself, they somehow don’t glitter or glisten within or without.Black sooty souls protruding into other’s lives.
Emotions flowing into the ocean, turning tides into waterfalls of sorrow, deafening my mind as I move into a place of grief’s importance.
Assuaging my soul as I cry into the night without any comfort.