Dawson Walter Smith
Tribute To My Relief - Poem by Dawson Walter Smith
Meaningful moments dwell beneath the sea,
To the blind and mortal realm.
Hidden from the destiny of what life shall be,
To a pain with the will to overwhelm.
For relief brought the spring life felt,
Within the moments life can brew.
Where the beauties could make feeling melt,
During the feeling only so many knew.
Where emotions were held without restrain,
In a silence of peace the mortals could enjoy.
With medications so relieving of the pain,
When devotions could be vulnerable to destroy.
As morals surged into the depths of the mortals rage,
The moment was felt amidst the torment of hell.
Why must the demon be released from its cage,
Into a life of thriving where innocence may dwell.
In time the moment shall not be felt impurity of hate,
But rather justice forged inside our heart.
Where only instincts control our power to manipulate,
Even with our judgments fateful art.
Hoping morals can be perceived,
Now that there is no distraction.
Fatigue felt the cure conceived,
Against the plague of extraction.
With pure desire to cure the sound,
That plagues us dreaming in silence.
While chaos erupts without limits bound,
Causing gentle hearts reason for violence.
All in a dream while bred with vitality,
As the appeal of nature bloomed in our core.
Because of the fears searing against our mortality,
In the nerves of limit to release and explore.
How heavens presence seemed to relieve our doubt,
When the darkness bloomed in the world ahead.
With immortality's pulse we wondered what about,
The stone that appeared in the dust of the dead.
How can there numbness cause so much tension,
In the social barrier our lives can divide.
With moments and questions no one would mention,
Amidst our attempt with instincts defied.
For we could not breed our death to consist,
Against the falling pain of our times end.
For we had no reason to try and resist,
With two new worlds left to comprehend.
Move to the world of vitality,
Where there lies no core,
Left with the mark of mortality,
As you're left to explore.
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