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Subtle sleep
The life waiting awake
Screams in, breathing to take
Death was, death is condescending
Floating in, a fruitless mending
Heart apart and scarred
Eye's rolled, and scared
Has this soul yet come alive?
Transforming into, reawakening
Should an emptiness consume breaking
Building new walls, every breathe taking
Death was, death is condescending
Life looming, illuminating
Has this life yet died?
And circulated around its dead
Until life is set and unsaid
Have you also noticed blinking
A meek breath sparking
A decomposing spirit
They could not hear it
Every asking ear lingers
And paints upon its tombstone
She is, she was condescending
He is, he was condescending
Alluring each life whispered
Beneath the grave, so above
Dying in bitterness, also in love
A better resurrection; a light
Has life yet to arise
Surprise the light behind your eyes.
Screams in, breathing to take
Death was, death is condescending
Floating in, a fruitless mending
Heart apart and scarred
Eye's rolled, and scared
Has this soul yet come alive?
Transforming into, reawakening
Should an emptiness consume breaking
Building new walls, every breathe taking
Death was, death is condescending
Life looming, illuminating
Has this life yet died?
And circulated around its dead
Until life is set and unsaid
Have you also noticed blinking
A meek breath sparking
A decomposing spirit
They could not hear it
Every asking ear lingers
And paints upon its tombstone
She is, she was condescending
He is, he was condescending
Alluring each life whispered
Beneath the grave, so above
Dying in bitterness, also in love
A better resurrection; a light
Has life yet to arise
Surprise the light behind your eyes.
Published 18th Sep 2015
| Edited 2nd Oct 2015
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18th Sep 2015 1:59am
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24th Sep 2015 7:59am
"Has this soul yet come alive?"
~the awakening is well lain by olde english verse..;)
"They could not hear it
Every asking ear lingers "
~this is poetry perfection.. ~ seriously awed by your small but huge capture..
.. hit my mind as a sharp mind pic of the ever-asking or unknowing/blinded ones. relatable, very.
"..Beneath the grave, so above
Dying in bitterness, also in love.."
~Epic lines m'dears! The depth of both, are proportional to the truths written.
..can easily enjoy your thought cascade as you smoothly close at end..
always enjoy your dark, and title is perfect here.
sweet eve to you,
~d
~the awakening is well lain by olde english verse..;)
"They could not hear it
Every asking ear lingers "
~this is poetry perfection.. ~ seriously awed by your small but huge capture..
.. hit my mind as a sharp mind pic of the ever-asking or unknowing/blinded ones. relatable, very.
"..Beneath the grave, so above
Dying in bitterness, also in love.."
~Epic lines m'dears! The depth of both, are proportional to the truths written.
..can easily enjoy your thought cascade as you smoothly close at end..
always enjoy your dark, and title is perfect here.
sweet eve to you,
~d
26th Sep 2015 4:38am
Aww Thanks:) I feel accomplished when I get your stamp of approval and kind words:)
Thanks as always for stopping by, I appreciate it much!
Thanks as always for stopping by, I appreciate it much!
