Cominatcha
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
472
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Cominatcha
The light was never ending
It swirled about me as if a living creature of God
It twisted and churned, never ceasing in its constant motion
Its dark spots marring its perfect pallor
Ingraining their erroneous designs into my memory
And as I fall into that blinding well of light, a deafening fear whelms my heart
I cannot say which I fear most…
The thought of ending this cold fall
with that hard and painful landing or…
The thought of never ending this plummet at all…
being suspended in this state of deathly nonexistence
Suffocating on this tyrannical self
On this feeling of wonder and mystery at the one that has shown me this world
Of the one that has the power to make this world
And as I realize my grave sin
I shut down, for this is worse than death
It swirled about me as if a living creature of God
It twisted and churned, never ceasing in its constant motion
Its dark spots marring its perfect pallor
Ingraining their erroneous designs into my memory
And as I fall into that blinding well of light, a deafening fear whelms my heart
I cannot say which I fear most…
The thought of ending this cold fall
with that hard and painful landing or…
The thought of never ending this plummet at all…
being suspended in this state of deathly nonexistence
Suffocating on this tyrannical self
On this feeling of wonder and mystery at the one that has shown me this world
Of the one that has the power to make this world
And as I realize my grave sin
I shut down, for this is worse than death