Your Soul

Iambic pentameter poems are freaking hard...

When time can stand in place for a moment 

and space seems to swallow the stars whole.

The dark can believe in the opponent

and light will flicker as hot as coal.

Your soul can bring you unending torture

Or send you to unexplored land off the sea.

The autumn breeze molds around the border

Your spirit can surround you trying to flee. 

Reviews

[emipoemi]

......I have no words.....my voice is in my awe. Well done!