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7 poems·Since October 2015
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"Some Nights"

November 10, 2015

Sometimes, when I look into the sky at night

I can’t see the stars,

But I know that their light is still out there.

Their fire is all burned out,

But I am just now witnessing the flames.

I will never get to meet those stars,

And I will never get to thank them for

Keeping me company all those nights.

They died long before I lived.

 

Sometimes, I think about the Titans trapped

In the world at the center of our Earth.

I think about them rattling our world by

Shifting tectonic plates, or laughing at a joke

So loudly, that the oceans of our world

Rumble

Like a hungry God

Desperate for souls.

 

Sometimes, I think about the Gods that once

Ruled over our world

And the worlds that came before us.

I think about divine beauty so cruel

That it could suffocate those who dared

Face its power.

I think about wits so sharp they could

Cut man down from his pedestal

Swiftly, and with ease.

 

Sometimes, I think about power so

Holy, it could align hearts against each other

Like Kings, on a chessboard

Or soldiers, on a battle field.

 

Sometimes, I think about death without life.

Sometimes, I think about life without faith.

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