A Euphoria Of Words Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A Euphoria Of Words



Refuge, can you hear it calling?
Where the ocean meets the sky.
You will know it is time.
In both heart and mind.
As if it was the temple for the blind.
Have the gods spoken, is it a farce?
A badly pitched joke that desires both jeers, and cheers.
Shoved against the wall and I will walk right through.
The words have been thought out not in a hurry but as I go.
With every mattering minute I try to devote.
Indulging in a fascination, as if it is child's play thing.
But I know the road is not paved with gold, or lead to some magical place.
Still it pulls at me as I create my own.

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