Ode to the ominous amen...

Ode to the ominous amen... We know this place, confined in space, embedded in a thought. our fall from grace, or times we chase the memory we forgot... The "oh so sure" of what we were in life is now bereft, and time is pure if you prefer a plot of lifelong theft... It's not a cell, what did you yell before the casket closed? If nothing fell beneath your spell, would ego be exposed? So, where's this grave of death, so brave, where life has been contained? we only save the time we gave, the rest is unexplained...

Reviews

[Nightfeather]

The poem itself is crystal clear and the way it reads is good but lay-out kills the immersion. Try to thing about giving your partner named 'Your poem' some space. For space must be given in order to realize the true beauty of this poem.