age 3's earliest recollectionA Poem by RuseInexvague earliest misty memories of first post congenital thoughts
i stepped back from my spinning head,
my embittered heart contemplated your love for me only years later, much later you did appear in my life i was a simple creature in a lonely hell a bit of earth's heaven mixed within didn't know who i was, no clue none at all entered into the dark, the gray this world of pain and death outside my will, no will void, no road, no heart, no mind none to follow blindly lead without aim lost, existence mere coping cracks in the floor roaches hiding in the knot filled walls and in my head dark nights, black dreams frightened screams, little love, none above in the beginning my sordid soiled past, born into a dim world in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth i was without form and void lonely helpless, midst cries of pain, in silence sustained, repressed oppressed my dream reality was fear; it was the most I felt, walking dead kicks in the night, a stab, prickly pierce at threshold of chest a frightened boy, quiet unseen, tears bewildered, i was, i just was, just in this world, the skipping white lines on the black asphalt slid fast past i was sitting on the steps of a moving bus, that was all, there was no meaning to it, i just was, heading south on a bus in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth i lived in loneliness and pain surrounded by multitudes at age fit for self destruction none but one or two gave me the key to life eternal, set the stage for escape from hell's inferno God moved upon the surface of my deep and i met his son, Jesus the Christ God said, "Let there be light" i stepped back from my spinning head, my embittered heart contemplated your love for me you did appear in my life your spirit moved upon the face of my deepest void and there was light upon my soul © 2016 RuseInex |
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Added on March 17, 2016 Last Updated on March 17, 2016 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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