Keea Healey Poems

Falling, slowly yet deliberately.
Falling away from the light, that which is sacred to me.
The wind sears my being as I fall.
The sky above me relinquishes its hold on my soul.
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Awaken on this dimensional plane.
Sound surrounds me.
Light above me.
Beneath all can be seen.
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If not for the lingering acquiescence of my heart.
This timeless passage would go unnoticed.
Passing unseen through the gregarious populous.
The listless awe that cannot be found draws ever closer.
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When darkness surrounds us, all other hope is lost.
And so we wish to summon that which we have yet to forsaken.
But can we take this lingering adoration from our most beloved.
For without it all sorrows would be imprinted on loves soul.
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