Lance Carthen

Rookie (4-10-81 / Mineral Wells, TX)

Apokillips - Poem by Lance Carthen

I lie nailed by knives to decaying wood under a bridge.
Her gentle footsteps bring me a calming sensation.

I sit as a quadriplegic in a wheelchair, breathing on a ventilator.
Heavenly, she seems to float right by me.
I cannot get up to greet her.

Appartion in a cemetery, I roam freely.
Shes so beautiful face to face.
Walking right through me.

Oh be it my soulmate, I beg to hold your hand.
Destiny forsaken, I would kill to be your man.

Captured inside a twisted time plot.
Oh beautiful soulamte, my heart you have got.

But in the world where we breathe, I will always bear disease.
For the karmic reaction of past sins, I beg for forgiveness on my knees.

I am drowning in an ocean but my mouth is stitched.
In radiant nudity she swims right by me.

I am trapped on the otherside of this glass with no escape.
Beautiful in your grace, you look at me in your mirror.
I will long for eternity for your touch.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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