The End Of BlissA Poem by Tyler Dean AllenCraters in our deepest fears and conversations4/29/12 The End of Bliss T.A R.M I never saw your light beneath me while I was falling And I hope it’s no mirage Somewhere from the void the serpent’s calling Has been since those days we used to Smoke in the garage But that’s only a memory now And tomorrow ain’t waitin The still shots you planned to frame still disappeared
somehow Gone like the smoke that rose from craters in our deepest Fears and conversations Can your light cradle me somehow? Every night I fear it’s gonna be my last with you But you’ve held on so far, baby don’t go now Soon the bliss will die As it was born to do When this time has come to pass I will have found out who you truly are And back to the void the drifter goes at last Prayin’ that he finds another stain On the stars © 2012 Tyler Dean Allen |
StatsAuthorTyler Dean AllenPortland, ORAboutI live in Portland, Oregon with my girlfriend and our child. I am a union apprentice steamfitter in Portland. I've been writing poems, songs, stories, and producing my own rap music along with my brot.. more..Writing
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