Time full of mysteries By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
I´m feeling white like a sunlight beam reflecting from the snow,
Unlike my time - dark like a black hole.
It´s good that I´m verbally universal,
So these verses can be filled with venom poured from my aorta
In order to contort my confrontation with comfort,
And torchure my emotions with a pitchfork.
I will contrive a way to see the light.
I want to get a sneak peak of the vacinity above the clouds.
I will find an entrance somehow.
I wish I could win back my grandmother, no prizes awarded.
I wish I could swallow these verbs
And that I never pronounced these nouns.
Why have we parted? To me it´s still subliminal,
And I feel sorry;
Please forgive me,
And give me a sign that you hear me.
I´m thinking out loud when I say that this pain really hit me.
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