Sleep Speak and PainA Poem by C Peril
The pain was infinite, like the ache
of a parting kiss between lovers who - though deeply enmeshed - know they're set to walk on two separate paths for an Eon, for an Ever The pain was a poison... a sudden sense of every fibre and thread asking for the escape of a black, slumbering death, quickly transitioning between realms in a release to something unfathomable The pain was a loathsome thing, spittle and curses and shrieks into the stifling air The pain was a predictable companion, the voice in the head of a hiker, speaking despondency and saying to just give in, capitulate, lay on the battered Earth and wait for the mists of a rain that God gives in time to return the world to a foliage, a fruitfulness, a honey, an endurance ... a belief that smells like Given flowers fragrant to the Meadows of Meaning where skulls are jewels signposting the seer to the above souls of no more bitterness No more pain
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Added on June 25, 2023 Last Updated on June 25, 2023 AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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