Falling Through The Real Poem by Frank DeFulgentis

creation
is an expression
dreams merely
regression
moments
left unexplored
darkness brought
us the world

we create because
we have to
love others against
our will
still we pray
to the lonely spirit

once
there was
nothing
but
awkward silence
emanating
from the gray
God transformed
this into day

in this beginning
somewhere
are sketch pads
in rusty
old drawers
pages torn
cover worn
forgotten
images
of those
still
in the black