The Second Coming

The Second Coming

A Poem by Laz K.

How many stitches

To fix a broken life?

How many hugs and

Love yous to heal

The cracks behind

The marble of your eyes?

How many lifetimes have you

Spent in the dark till you called

The shadow world your home?

How many ways can a soul be

Battered and hurt,

Condemned to roam?

The night is a gown

You pull over you

To hide all of your scars,

But know that you are

A marvelous work of art;

I stand in silent awe before

Your every lovely little flaw.

Perfection is unknown,

Alien to man;

To comprehend or

To love it,

I doubt that we can.

It’s a bright light that

Dazzles and blinds;

It’s a face with no

Wrinkles, no sadness,

No tears, nor smiles.

A mysterious sphinx

Dug up from the sand

Ignorant of where we’re from,

We’re past glory lost,

Harkening to a melody of

A new golden age

Yet to come, yet to come.  

© 2022 Laz K.


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Yet to come, yes- yet to come. I appreciate this discourse on perfection. Well said. I particularly appreciate the positivity you hold despite the recognition of scars and flaws. You do touch on living in the darkness, the shadow world, using it to hide our own faults. But yet, again, you hold the positivity.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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We hope my friend.
"We’re past glory lost,
Harkening to a melody of
A new golden age
Yet to come, yet to come."
I was told by my father. What you did yesterday. Doesn't matter. What matters is. What you do today. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry Laz.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yet to come, yes- yet to come. I appreciate this discourse on perfection. Well said. I particularly appreciate the positivity you hold despite the recognition of scars and flaws. You do touch on living in the darkness, the shadow world, using it to hide our own faults. But yet, again, you hold the positivity.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is so good, Laz.
tears are something I seem to have trouble shedding with real life...crying within...
a movie can tear me up...real life makes me wonder if I am stone cold.
I have a dear friend whom I envision as a work of art...but so broken from life, and yet mysteriously capable of giving others such brightness in their lives.
this poem definitely fits her...
and affects me.
j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Laz K.

2 Years Ago

Thank you for reading, and for leaving this response. I'm grateful for, and humbled by the spontanro.. read more

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Laz K.
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