Whispers
poem by:
Rainn Thomas
Written
on Aug 06, 2014
The serum of life leaves my body bringing me to the brink of the abyss. I see shadows of movement, those living in my world they are unfelt and cold overshadowed by those beyond there is no light only songs of Gabriel the whispers of Michael, Lucifer and Uriel. Azrael holds my hand without indifference. I let go of all that kept me only to find the warmth cover me in my own blood and secretions I am here without concern of death This existence is fragile yet strong in it's resistance I am Alice in the rabbit hole, a figment of true innocence. Bring me back from the edge only to stare into my depth the abyss stares back at you from the other side I am death's lost lover. the ecstasy of his phallus a fantasy of his condition bring me to climax and let me bleed. © 2014 Rainn (All rights reserved)
Tags: deep, dark, faith, anger, pain, dark, imagery,
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Shanta commented:
Yes, it's the human condition, poets are lucky to pen it and return to the center to begin anew, my only criticism is; Alice (innocencent fragility of strength) belongs to the conclusion
