As I stare at the night sky my mind wanders to a place I dare not go during waking hours.
I lied to the moon for a moments satisfaction that I will not experience again.
Death is having to live in a state of lucidity without reprieve from the horrors I have known.
As I serenade the angels of my better nature with a song of apathy which has no lyrics I am comforted by a truth known only to the universe.
Perchance to dream is the fulfillment of a misery of a thousand cries to the heavens at that most holy hour.
My only sorrow is that it will last a mere 8 hours.
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Author:
Michaelpoet (
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- Category: Surrealist
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Great job michael
Thank you
“As I serenade the angels of my better nature with a song of apathy which has no lyrics“ absolutely beautiful
Thank you
Masterfully written here Michaelpoet.
The imagery within, both scars and heals, and repeats such a function, as the poem progresses.
This brutal intermittent contrast, is something that I enjoyed very much.
Bravo and I hope that all is well.
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