Treasure Island

Dom Hunt

(17/04/1966 / geelong)

Edge Of Redemption


Clouds gather and thicken
Ominous character taken
Reflections of the past spill
Filling crevices of my mind
Wrongs done and forgotten  
Burn into my soul
Heart pounds in anxiety
Frightened by itself
Were has the light gone
All sound is displaced
Endless  moments flash
Timeline of my life 
Judging  harshly 
Makes me wither
Breathing slows now
Rushing all around me
To no avail
All goes dark
Soul escapes my body
Light  surrounds
Past  erased
A hand touches mine
Feel peace and joy
I look towards the face
See love itself

Submitted: Monday, July 23, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 24, 2012
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