It grows deeper and deeper into an uncertain oblivion
Swallowing me whole with irrational fears.
Swaying silk like through the rocks of my past
I see the decisions I have come to pass.
My senses subside- see-through in my dominion,
Or lack there of has drowned me in tears.
My eyes are like water, deep and knowing,
Experienced yet throwing
In all the things real and all things none.
I lose myself- unconscious in my past,
Dreams wallow full threw in honest discern.
I dream of my lovers- the deaths of those
So deep and far gone- so cold yet so kind,
So real yet divine in its imaginary time
So sleek yet so wavy in all its loving crime.
I miss the past but I cannot go back,
A slip through the seams, the rocks, yet aghast!
I find myself turned back- around to the past,
Following a route I had never thought would return so fast;
'Why have you let come back to this place?'
Wishing so deeply that I could roam as freely
And as unknowingly as water herself.
And the eternal voice answered to me;
'Because you look back on the past so often,
My dear, you senselessly circle your world again.'
'Help me stop.'
I fiercly pleade.
'You know I cannot.'
Says the deepened voice of a Godsman.
And I never heard that dear voice again.
The epiphany had never rest in itself
The thought had become water
Ongoing in its quest.
Taking my breath when I thought of some less,
Carrying me away to the better future's rest,
Drowning me deeper into the silky clutches of grandeur.
Reflecting my future in the brightness above,
Swallowing my past in the darkness below
As it carried me upward in its luminous glove.
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Book / Romance
Book / Young Adult
Book / Historical Fiction
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