Terrified i kneel before you
My hour of judgement here,
With my clasped hands in prostrate genuflection
Up or down you are my overseer.
I have struggled with torn thoughts
Will light fill my tortured soul,
The harpies with shovels awaiting
Scattering black petals into cavernous hole.
Flitting from creation to evolution
A hapless, ageing being, lonely in mind,
Seeking solace and peace from this world
Just another carbon lifeform dubbed as mankind.
Peering at the shattered glass future
The lowering of casket under a throbbing sky,
Should've had these torn thoughts
Balanced and settled, long ago before i die.
A fool can die a thousand deaths
Yet love can die just one,
A purity of dreams and thought
In an instant...... Gone.
Phil Hall August 2013
"...who wants to live forever if love must die..."
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