Residuum

This is my first writing in years, took a bit of courage and motivation.

Residuum

It is within the teachings of death

An apostate is born, unto this world

Within the visceral storm that follows 

The vestige, to implore the latter

Through this monocle we shackle ourselves

To our furthest dreams and all it covers

Is but a vortex of confusion

Built upon structures of frail beams

Beyond the darkness, lies a bereft vessel

Fray, debris, an orchestrated maelstrom 

Undone of its bindings, a nether trail lingers

A hefty plummet, a spiral plunge

Unto this unyielding underworld

From this crash we walk

Alone, free of intrusion

To examine this wretched reality

And to entertain whatever it holds

To finally gasp a breath of solitude

Author's Note

I consider a fragile piece, so I'm open for any harsh dismays.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

To me this speaks of our souls as.they journey into the after life