Sensuelle Briden


A Voice Of The Void - Poem by Sensuelle Briden

There is a voice of the void
I’ve been badly trying to avoid.
It was so cold; I was afraid.
But there are choices I’ve made.

So all my deeds became my steps
To state of consciousness; to depth.
Some time ago I used to try
To outrun myself; ran dry.

I realized it wasn't my way
To what I wanted; I should lay
My head on Cosmic Wisdom’s shoulder
And to get rid of all the borders.

They lived right there in my head.
But now they’re gone. I’d say “They’re dead”,
But there’s no death; it’s just the shapes;
It’s just grapevine with unique grapes.

Topic(s) of this poem: consciousness, freedom, voice, void


Poet's Notes about The Poem

With words: Deed, Void, Outrun

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 16, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 16, 2015


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