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A Breath Beyond The Grave (repost)

Losing the words for the serenade of my faith
When my sight finds my eyes are lying to me
Perceptions of my natural inclinations
Asking God, how is this my reality?

I watch you gasp for air
On a camera phone next to where you lay
As I lull you with my heart's desire

Wishing I was there
Shadows in my mind filtering the light of day
When my heart is under fire

Nothing is coming out quite the way I intend
When I'm choking on these words that fail
Expressions get lost in the noise
Writing letters, I wonder if you'll read
Contending against discouragement
Broken and still trying to believe

This storm boasts around me
Confidence seeking reinforcement
In what my Savior sees
Prayers like messages in my bottle heart
Cast out across a void upon my bloody knees


I'll wear holes in the carpet
As my cheeks wear the stains of these tears, I shed for you
Yearning for a miracle when it all comes crashing
Healing by way of a moment's end or to see you pulling through

My vision obstructed by the protruding image
When I am blinded by my own point of view
With eyes wide open and in bondage to what I see
Waiting for my hopes to materialize and dreams to come true
Till the light reveals it all to be, the illusion of reality

Return to consciousness
When everyday feels like a long and drawn out farewell
While I rejoice in the thought of you in heaven
And yet I face this world like the outermost circle of hell

Light afflictions of this vapor like acid on my skin
It burns but for a moment, but it proves a counterfeit win
This world is a cancer decaying in its sin
When all feels like it's lost, still I will not give in

And should the relative worst befall us
I will trust God, even if you pass away
As I put it all into the blatant terms to face the facts
Even the sun is but a shadow on its brightest day




Cast into the furnace, my refusal to bow
When my legs fail, my faith will stand
God with us in the fire, present in the here and now
Character before comprehension, all I see is as a man

Learning to trust in the sure promise
As I lose trust in our best attempt to stay alive
Fragile is this existence
First love's eternal purpose, outliving the will to just survive

The end is not the end
Beyond the grave, a breath
Darkness is blind as tragedy
For the myth of the victory of death...
cloventongue89
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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