The Silence of Knowing Eternity

The Silence of Knowing Eternity

A Poem by A

The silence of eternity

the unfamiliar 

and

the unknown

who surrounds you

I imagine us blind

in a way never before

eyes seeing 

and hearing

All our senses 

deeply transformed

Unknown 

Where we all

remembering 

Will we remember?

All those memories

regrets

past

Sometimes the hope

The hope

builds up strong

is strength

The hope of God’s simple eraser

taking one stroke 

over my pain

over our pain

forgotten memories

How easily we can be erased

how easily we could have not even existed

Eternity 

All drifting around 

forgotten eternity 

All souls 

unknown

memory loss

blind

without touch

the unknown

You

Me

Strangers

unknowing what the future

Our future? 

What is there

What it holds

the past we hold

The unknown

The forgotten

The suppressed memories that haunt me

The hope for non existence 

where I can be free

content

eternity

the silence envelopes me

The unknown

How can you ever really know?

What lies ahead

What will be brought up from behind

How Can you know the Unknown?

© 2011 A


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You are very holistic and philosophical. To know is a myth, but maybe when we feel we touch the unknown more than with facts. I like it when you write your psychic poems.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I know that word...Unknown...it is that thought we seek when we want to be where we are not...Eternity another word I like, it gives one the faith to live knowing we will live forever...our Soul will never be erased, for the Soul lives through ... the Unknown ... Eternity

Posted 13 Years Ago


this was pretty great, I was just writing something similiar to this, great minds think alike yes.

Enjoyed this thanks for sharing your art.
Antonio :)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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