May 16, 2025
More in Poetry Deaths Tendril
The Death Tunnel (of love)
Disconnected polymonger, soul voyager torn from flesh
Enter ye into heavens gate, where entwining spirits mesh
As Gratitude leaks from a dying heart, ( time not well spent )
Longing for eternal rest, how much more shall you repent?
Death offers not its sighing relief, (you`ve forget yourself in err)
Exhaling so quietly, castigating, reliving each second as a day
Across deaths shadow, mercies tendril burns brightly, fast
Terminal course, upon laden seas of forgotten memories, past
Heavenly speck of consciousness, burning wistful flame
Prodigal creator, placate thyself with vanities mirror game
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