Try to understand There is no distance You can run No stoic mountains You could climb To harness gods within the sun
By Michael Brandon Marchese3 years ago in Poets
Now cackle and crackle Cold space is my castle Enrapture me Violet And Amber my brides My crimson allure To their talons as knives
Not just the absence of light It’s much worse An inhabited netherworld Feel it immerse You in lonely, forlorn Raging storms
Picturesque starlit skylight By day I dream, by night I write And long to take the raven’s flight Bespectacled in lights so bright
So this is the end The bitter conclusion No playing pretend Maintains this illusion Distance is dread Time equates fear
It’s like everyone’s sick, Or undead, Barely living Just breathing Deceiving Themselves To forgiving Forgettable
She seems to be drawn To the tricks of my trade To the art of my craft To the cast of my shade Like a moth to the flame
Description seems inadequate To capture Nature’s essence When life is solely permanent In momentary prescience Yet still her eminence unveils
Midnight approaches Tick tick tock Won't someone stop The Doomsday Clock From striking oil Drilling rock Thirsting soil
A skeleton just hangin’ From a noose of listless mystery Still shackled to the gallows of my past The rest is history
Once I dwelt in darkness Casting shadows from the flame That formed and freed my conscious mind From confines of the cave
Making maps of childhood Exploring great unknowns Escaping to uncharted woods To fix my broken homes From the sharpened sticks and stone
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