Stonedcore Poet

Memory Of A Past Life

Like a bolt of lightning the stroke of faith takes away motion
Instantly freezing me in place
As one thought floods my every being
The caress of a shadow brushing my aura
I awaken from the daze of my exhaustion
I cannot yet give way
I am given mere trickles of sand to react to the onslaught
A rush of emotion crashes against my will
The coward, the preserver of life screaming at my soul, keep running

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