Flames lick my feet as
I walk these streets of
Neon glowing desire
Banners and barters call at my
Inherent sense of want
Cackles of voices unseen
Tickle my ears with
Taunts of human fulfillness
Empty unfeeling shallowness
Fills me to the core
I cross the street
To seek a sound calling
From Forevermore
A tree soaked in Blood
Falls on my heart
Killing in me the need
For the things that
Lead to Nevermore
Words of One lead me to Life
Guiding teaching completing
Eternal Love found.
~Me
The paradox of insular language
1 year ago
2 comments:
WOW!
Great imagery!
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