The darkness, it surrounds me
Growing darker everyday
I feel the warmth of hope
Leaving my body and soul
Replaced only by the cold hard truth..
Happiness is quickly fading
Slipping slowly away
The crevice grows deeper...
Weren't we just up there?
Clouds swarm in like dragons
Whose fire is gone
Blotting out the skies
Even the stars have gone to hide
The light...
Only a tiny single point in the past
The darkness...
Wraps its arms around me
Enclosing me in a funeral shroud
It'll all be over in a few moments
As I slip deeper..
And tumble farther into the abyss
About the Creator
John Swan
Living life in the moments. Taking the time to stop and smell the flowers and noticing all the little things that make life worth living.
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Universal Order
Stay in my arms, keep me warm, take me away to an island of cottage houses that live in heaven. If I could reside in a rose, sleep on a candle, eat grapes from the moon and have a bubble bath as my bed then joy would wake my soul every morning from the mountain. Gazing into the ethera from flesh to alternate realities; my soulmate is seen picking flowers, singing with the greenery, flipping pages lost in a book, barefoot soaking in a riverbed. While my wild hearted kids spur in a child’s world dispersed in the wilderness of Mother Earth’s fortress. An immeasurable treasure filled of pain and pleasure such is the adventure of life. An experience that unfolds you to your core, shedding layers to your purpose and the one course to take is… suffering. A blessing or curse? Advantage or disadvantage? Suppose you could say it differs between individuals. For he who has been wounded and healed learns to stitch others. And it’s when death ground swallows you that you’re made to dig into the trenches of your neglected parts. It is then when meaning is uncovered and you fall into the universe but realise it was just the doorstep of your soul. Preordained by the structurelessness of time’s myth every piece will fill when it’s destined in the open passage universal order. The heart’s deepest desires will blossom when the season is right.
By Haytham Trueheart6 days ago in Poets
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Hope you are feeling better, but writing sure helps to get over whatever.