Somewhere does one go into a void?
Breathing time’s illusion of space
Gravitating with a body of weight,
Born of a womb digging into a grave.
Seconds of one’s worst enemy,
Seconds of life breathing dreams,
Universe blessed upon your unique soul,
Creation, your own image of reflection.
Great search outside floating the extremes
Reaching inside the deepest part of faith.
Core of one’s heartbeats digging nails
Into the tears crying inside oneself.
Quicksand across stilled waters,
Emotions running the gauntlet,
Roller coaster of the poetic heart
From words that live, die inside a poet.
I hurt inside my words!
