Transcendence

Tue, 08/16/2016 - 23:58 -- Eviek4

This pen drips grief

Red as the pain

Pumping through my heart

As it begs for release.

 

Time stops,

Reversing my pain

Into an emptiness,

Comforting apathy.

 

Tears defy gravity as

This high transcends,

Pulling back into my eyes

The pain I thought I knew.

 

Gently placing my mind

Worlds away from this prison

Behind my bones,

Separate from and immune to

The turbulent workings within.

To shield my insignificance

From my desire.

 

Freedom at the eye of the storm. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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