Posthumous

Posthumous

I struggle to illustrate the amount of space,
the gaps between twinklings,
of there,
and here.
In time,
we define the victory of hollowed shadows,
embalmed betwix the softness of bliss,
teetering on the edge of burden.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Life melting into death, and there rises the mystery of what was truly left behind. Reading your words, feeling the ripples of them across time, hoping to God that I leave something behind when I go. Powerfully uttered, and vibrantly breathed, dear poet.

[Seriana]

Thank you dearest. I appreciate your every breath!

[An owl on the moon]

My every breath is deeply grateful. :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The true meaning of life and the purpose of death are the two topics that will be forever debated.

[Seriana]

Thank you Dale for your kind review!!!! I appreciate you :)