Standing past death’s shadow, yet reaching for it constantly.
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Feeling regret, ruing decisions of past mistakes,
Soul-touching sorrow brings me to my knees, yetI can’t seem to pray for hope as I lie in miseryday after day.Where can life go from here, but deeper into themires of saddened destiny, taking life with it’sforce into deep despair.No longer looking for tomorrow, only this momentis focusing me onto the grief-stricken desertsof my interior…
Finding memories spinning around, flying off of ceiling fans and onto floors of dirt and dust.
Touching picturesque visions with each moment of factual information.Shoving all movements into a sheltered abode, away from punctual deliveries, absenting itself from existential arguments of foregone conclusions, while parting ways with non-existent truths.
Tinsel being blown around by breezes,
Tallying amounts of many hours,sitting, listening to singers of karaoke.Never having a moment of silence, becausethere is only music being played and sungfor one another’s enjoyment.On evenings of relaxation set in motionsof rhythm’s existence.
Beating in my mind, touching the very inside of my soul with a magic melody,
giving in to the effervescent pilgrimage of yesterday’s total aspect of enlightened intellect.
Walking alone, a journey of one has begun,
Watching tears fill empty hearts as theytraipse towards new avenues of enlightenment.