I have been to
the abyss
and it is so dark
empty
fearful
and there is no
release
save death
chilled stillness
death,
death,
death:
that stench of
such sickly sweetness
so foul to the human
nostril but so
delightful
to the spirit
which
soars free
of pain
of sorrow
and noxious hurts
ah, to soar, soar
to fly
to roam
into the nothingness
of eternity
or a paradise
of healing
and love...
yet risk diving into
another depth
of living hell
rolling the dice
come what may
I dangle from a thread
between life
and
infinity
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Right on Target
from the abyss to the summet
to soar to plummet
to laugh to cry
to live or die
do I or don't I
First time I've written anything in over 2 months. This piece has awakened my spirit to the here and now. Where it goes from here is anybody's guess. Thanks for a great metaphoric wake-up call.
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This is so quite Honest
I like this poem.
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"The stench of sickly sweetness" is so graphic and so realistic. I admire your passion for the dispossessed but sadly I am an island who alienates himself from such horrors - in order to avoid the nightmare of acknowledgement - principally since there is so much of the darkness I don't know where to begin to arrest it. I think the "thread" is ambiguous, representing the division between death and life together with reality and escapism. Long may people like you not only face the abyss but allow us readers to share it too. Tony
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Beautiful sad thoughts love the choppy short lines adds to the feeling.
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You have flown us through a wonderful poetic journey of metaphor dear poet
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