The Meeting - Poem by TheSilent Loudness
The moon shines so bright over these dark webs of oak.
I sit in the center and inhale
all of the cries.
The cries out to save, to free, to imprison.
I stroll on through over the crackles of crunching dark sprouts bore.
I hear a faint echo, must be hundred meters back.
Startled I wander through the darkness of the past, guided only by what once heaven poked through to earth it seems.
Traveling by the light, as dark as my inner self, I wander deeper into the trap- into myself.
I look upon a life-filled reserve of what brings all near and far together.
In this lake of passion I look into my own eyes, and see what none should see.
As I gaze into myself, perusing through my own insecurity and pride, what once was faint draws near.
And then the my own blade sets free muffled sound through the passage through which it travels.
And I fall into myself, tasting yet drowning in what was once thought to save.
Some things are better left untold.
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