I want to be his North Star.
His constant light
That shines through the dark of night.
Giving him direction.
That ever present compass
That leads him back to peace
I want to be his North Star.
An undeniable presence
that forever guides him towards
What is righteous.
What is just.
What is good.
What is beautiful.
That the mere sight of me
feels him with complete love
And warmth
And in that moment
He knows he's home.
I poet. I do not write poetry. I breath the words I speak. The flutters of my heart ripple in time and create sweet rhythms and rhymes. Every motion and sway in my step introduces MotherEarth to the sweetest sounds that are my foot prints that will ECHO in time. Love Always. LoveSickPoet
Monday, August 1, 2011
{{GRIM}} Reeper
I fear not death
Not the end of my own life.
I know who's I am
And where I am bound.
AfterLife
But I fear the death of the ones I love.
The pain that their abandonment brings.
The emptiness cast into the souls
Of those left behind.
After. Death.
The gapping black void
Within the house that was once a home.
The tearful lonliness
The sleepless nights.
I know far to well the pain Death brings.
And learned it at far too young an age.
Life. Afterdeath
I saw it shatter my world.
I watched it rip through my life
With hurricanic tenacity
I watched storm clouds gather over my soul
Memories of my loved ones
Vanished.
As if they never existed.
But the nameless void still remains.
Unplaced.
Undetected.
Unresolved... Issues.
Death. AfterLife
Not the end of my own life.
I know who's I am
And where I am bound.
AfterLife
But I fear the death of the ones I love.
The pain that their abandonment brings.
The emptiness cast into the souls
Of those left behind.
After. Death.
The gapping black void
Within the house that was once a home.
The tearful lonliness
The sleepless nights.
I know far to well the pain Death brings.
And learned it at far too young an age.
Life. Afterdeath
I saw it shatter my world.
I watched it rip through my life
With hurricanic tenacity
I watched storm clouds gather over my soul
Memories of my loved ones
Vanished.
As if they never existed.
But the nameless void still remains.
Unplaced.
Undetected.
Unresolved... Issues.
Death. AfterLife
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