Obessions Poem by Gerry Legister

Obessions

Rating: 4.5


Perused by persistent images
Of obsessions, the thought takes a deadly form
And reality and fate rearranges,
All the mistakes in a horrifying dream.

Going through the gate, heaven can wait,
I gaze into space, and stay awake
Caught my soul in control of isolation,
Watching every step a minute make.

To take my place and make me surrender,
Become a number alongside the previous owners,
My life is mine, if only I could live a bit longer
with winners and not with losers.

No one should be allowed to take it away,
I can give another part of me freely,
That was given at birth until I reach eternity,
I will stay here on earth and enjoy my liberty.

When is eternity not an obsession with death?
Only God to whom I will surrender,
Death, where is your final breath?
And The sting is the grave that I will enter.

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Gerry Legister

Gerry Legister

Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica
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