The other side of waterA Poem by steven sundellLast night I remembered a dream, that I never had, about a place i'd never been. I was aware, but not awake. I was juggling so many thoughts, I thought that one would surely break. There were tasteless revelations, of every dubious deed I'd served. There were unthinkable, unkindnesses, which no one had deserved. I also knew quite quickly, that my arms would grow too weak, to hold on to these memories, I never again thought I'd have to see. Then just seconds before, these thoughts would find the floor, Out of an unknown crevice, I saw the light of an unopened door. I constructed an edifice for safekeeping, But just as quickly put it out of my mind. Could this be the door I'd been seeking? And if so, do I dare, step inside? I threw all caution straight into the wind, and with weary legs, I began to wabble them right on in, And though I wished for some sort of warning, In hopes of seeing some sort of sign, I saw nothing save my own curiosity, As well as a crack in time. As I passed though I lost all feeling. As I passed through I lost all regret. As I passed through, I found that my physical form, was replaced, by a perfect intent. My eyes were no longer needed, for all my senses were now divine. I used them right away, to look back on my days, though what I saw, made me change my mind. What I saw, made me break down and cry. You see, I thought I 'd lived my life by the "good book". But in hindsight, the golden rule didn't apply. For the train of pain, which I alone had conducted, Left a wake, filled with empty, unlived lives. © 2021 steven sundellAuthor's Note
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