Below so deep the flames shall ask for your body now that’s passed. When can we see what shall become. When flames have had their fill their thrill their hunger sated just fine. When can we call upon this true divine. Not now you see, we still have work. When our work is done, the curtains will Shirk. They will draw down to this time. The place we ache. The true divine. I can not see in this darkened place now. The stars don’t shine. The clouds can shroud. I am but a soul within this template. The aching bond of our Simplest.
I am but a soul within these bonds. Aching and shivering in the world not beyond. I do not see. I just feel before. I feel just now behind this door. I will not hold you in contempt you see, I am your savior below, beneath your knee.
Be kind I say. Beyond these walls. The destiny of one, does not compare to the all. Be thy truth. Be thy own. For tonight is cold and the dawn is done. The dawn is done. The dawn is done.
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Opal Tears (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My husband committed suicide - this is the battle within my mind of his fight within hell. At least, that’s what I think I was trying to say. Sometimes this shit just comes out of a dark space with a spark of the flames fueled by pain.
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Here on MPS we are the safety valve for torn emotions. Inner turmoil needs expression and here, together, we are a collective of souls recovering from life experiences.
A word of caution. Beware of the dark audacious poet (often claiming to be absent) who has a history of treating MPS as his personal introduction agency when he spots a lady who may be susceptible to his wiley ways.
Thank you for your sweet words and advising. I appreciate the warning
Very emotive words Opal Tears, in time that dawn will become brighter and your life will improve.
Andy
Awww thank you Andy ❤️❤️
A dark place. Hope light comes into it, if gradually.
Thank you ! I’m waiting for it! That’s for sure.
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Maybe, there are elements of the dark but the more I read, all I could feel was words of confronted pain transmuted within poetic intent, into lines of insightful patience and empathetic understanding.
Condolences for your loss, truly - I can't begin to imagine what you're going through, but I laud your willingness to still reach-out to the world and even braver: choose to share a drop of wisdom, trying to commune some words of solace, with others who may have experienced something similar, attempting to introduce a semblance of that divine saving grace, you excavated from those deep reservoirs in your heart.
A great write!
Thank you for sharing dear poet, keep believing: one unstable step at a time
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