Blurry Vision
The God Within: poems by; Keith McHugh
I feel there's something missing,
My thoughts are sputtering, spitting,
Whirlwinds spinning.
The debris, twisting me,
I'm getting dizzy.
My twirling personality,
Is now angry and spacey.
My inner vision blurry,
And my head is achy.
Who am I suppose to be?
All alone, Empty,
Just One, among the many.
Here, seeking GOD'S company.
I'm waiting for you to talk to me,
As I begin breathing peacefully.
Eyes closed, Sitting silently,
I imagine serenity,
As a deep blue sea,
Outstretched before me.
Thewaves roll in calmly,
Balancing my energy.
Thoughts churning slowly,
Turning the Key,
Letting me see,
My true ability,
And setting me free.
Always striving to be,
The better part of me.
Earning a higher degree,
In the Realms of Mystery.
Putting an end to the misery,
That has littered our history.
A whole new clarity,
To Spirituality.
Redesign your reality,
Redefine Humanity,
Realign our Family.
PLEASE,
STOP the Insanity.
Return to unity,
The ONE,
We were Meant to be.
About the Creator
Keith Mchugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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