Tides and endsA Poem by Rion
Gleefully growing, a concentration of unquestionable fate, bubbling and embraced in what renders itself to nothing. Purpose that defines an absolute never ending. Life, without time. O'... a time which is not. Is not?
A tide, this has been, my tide, begun and has only just. Though nothing can be concluded. Or, will. Will it? Masked in deceitful grace, a force has reckoned, helpless is my embrace, forget it, never mind, powerless and miraculous, I have succumbed to its face. Submission. No. Conquered. No. No? No? ... No? Resigned am I, unfolding and tackling, a power, a force, a beginning, oh, a start, perhaps far from grasping hands and mind have I ever lived. Mind, foremost, seperated and absent, it is. Love, absolute, is only and will only, be that which I only wish to live. Buried I've enjoyed, embraced, accepted to supress being allowed by an erupted truth through means of an emotional shovel, a tool, an epiphany inviting all the deepest truths, forever have been unsurfaced. I am love. It is sewn and born again, through me and is my greatest joy, my greatest gift. Forever dismantled, displaced, mistrusted, unjust of what has rendered the absence of my gift, it is the truest of me. Human and imperfect. Devoted to the miracle of the tide, a power, like love, that holds a purpose and will, with utmost will, be real. © 2017 RionReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 21, 2017 Last Updated on February 26, 2017 AuthorRionAboutI write quickly, never more than 15 minutes. No edits. No proofing. Raw emotion. This is my release. more..Writing
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