Dead End

Posted: May 30, 2019

A road to apocalypse

a sound of unshuttering waves

a rusted closed door

in the middle of high stone walls

like a dark deep well

I swallow my fear every inch every quarter

I reside in the pain and it is no longer unknown to me

I fear the known now

I have lived amidst chaos and beauty

lie and truth doesn’t excite me anymore

Right or wrong doesn’t serve any pertinence

I have raised my level higher

and I have freed myself of all the desire

I speak less

I observe more

I seek peace

I offer more

I pause, I breathe, I reflect and I godspeed.

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