My Immortal Poem by Paul Trotter

MY IMMORTAL
DROPS LIKE DROPS OF BLOOD STREAM DOWN THIS STRANGERS FACE
HIS APPEARANCE… MANGLED AND UNCLEAR
AN ASSAULT ON MY CONSICENCE
WHO IS THIS SHADOWED FIGURE OF A MAN?
I PEER UPON HANDS RACKED WITH THICK POOLS OF RED LIFE
HANDS OF PEACE SCARRED NOW BEYOND BELIEF BY NAILS OF TORTURE
LEGS THAT SHAKE AND TREMBLE LIKE REEDS IN THE WIND
THOUGH THICK AND SLEEK WITH MUSCLES LIKE A WARRIOR
A SIDE WOUNDED AND PIERCED BY AN ENTERNITY OF EVIL,
OUT OF WHICH POURS LIFE MORTAL AND IMMORTAL
HANDS STRETCHED BEYOND TIME
FROM WHAT WAS TO WHAT WILL BE AND BEYOND
FEET NAILED, EARTHLY GRIPPED TO WOOD
BY SLIVERS OF DENSE AND HEAVY METAL
IMMORTAL MY HEART IS THINE
DESPERATELY I REACH FOR THE OFFSPRING OF THE CREATOR
BRIGHT VECTORS OF LIGHT SHINE FORTH
INNER ESSENCE IMMERSED IN PEACE
GENTAL WARMTH LIKE MIDDAY SUN SOOTHES MY BEING
FEARFUL AM I TO RAISE MY HEAD
AN EARTHEN VESSEL WRAPPED IN HUMILTY
UNCOVERED IS EVERYTHING EXPOSED TO MY IMMORTAL
NO DISTANCE, NO HIDING, NOTHING BETWEEN US
WEAKNESS OVERSHADOWS
STRENGTH TAKES FLIGHT
YET IN THE END… REDEMPTION JUSTIFIES THE JOURNEY

By Paul Trotter, Warrior Poet