When I´ve Been Closer to Death than to Being Alive
Your pain is so strong that you wish you could invent a painkiller that can numb you forever. Either you fight life and never come back to it or you fight back and never let death take you. Here is a taste of my expressions in one of those moments. You already know that I fought back.
As above, so it is below
In the dying light of the church tower,
Painted red with the seven sins,
Shadowed by Eros from the myths,
The bell rings in the dark hour.
The ancient hermit guards the lock
Made of the breath of souls and ether,
Holding black lilies for the seeker
And the illusion of the clock.
There is no end or scream of pain
The grave is made of love and tears
From egos of the earthling beings
Who all resent their remains.
Softly a violin is crying a song.
The sound of wings burns the sky
There are no footsteps in the high.
No good or bad, no right or wrong.
A dead dog is barking alone
To those who are first- time to die.
On the cold path of light and dark
Together eidetic and amnesiac
They all now see with the infinite eye
The visible secret is known and show
The life is: As above so it is below.
The poem initially was published on Medium.
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Katherine Myrestad
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Great work! Good job!