Trapped in Ahead of Time

In general we are all afraid of not knowing what comes next in our lives, walking near to accidents waiting to happen or just God signs to show you a different way of living in a world of made up art?

 

As I begin to pray disappearing from your world around, seeing all colors in the realm of closed eyes

Focusing on the flickering imagined globe but this heart begins to break,

Wondering takes it's lead on how to heal others around,

when nobody is present.

Thy incapacity to know what lays ahead or when the seed takes it's flight do we know the time is right?

Being scared was one's first feeling to hold.

Near the beginning where inhabitants hail the four chambers, too soon I was already preceding millions of little lights holding on, inside of a hollow eye after a landslide.

  In thy transformational glows spilling over, as stumbling upon stillness in a way being born in complete darkness

When the times is right, when the seed takes it's flight?

   Walking out alive of thy abscission of making oneself scarce

   the ways were clear,

opening these new gifts that been smuggled away out of lost, out of mother nature's intentions

I'd had these trustworthy companions to depart in a sudden and secret manner.

The first time one's hopes colliding with rays of sunlight, the first time to open thy gifts that were your own eyes in the beginning.

In thy end watching the sun play my name in it's performances of fluctuating pain

 that was a signature to keep me awake, kept me drifting to fight and between whispers
I knew one day I was out.

To the area of lands that kept one's hopes and promises in a jar, buried across movements in a sudden glimpse to new gifts.

Reviews

[Daphnee]

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[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

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