Sunday Sermon

Sunday Sermon

A Poem by Laz K.

Like a dreamer that wakes with a jolt and

Grasps the tattered fabric of his quickly

Fading dreams, I’m gasping to inhale and

To hold you in my burning lungs.

The outer becomes the inner, 

Inseparable like oxygen in the blood that

Crosses membranes and barriers, and

Allows me to live another moment on

This journey from darkness to darkness.

You rise from the restless depths of the

Stormy sea of my soul that rages to reveal

Buried, forgotten treasure rusting in 

Dark, watery, unexplored recesses.

Starved, delirious, dying, I swallow you

Whole, but I must vomit you up again and

Again, and stare in horror at the sight of

What is you and me.

© 2022 Laz K.


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

The harder you try to remember the good dreams, the more quickly it disappears, but for some quirk of fate, the ones you don't want to remember are forever etched on your memory.


Posted 1 Year Ago


I did enjoy the use of the language Laz. The strength and the hardness of the statements made me want to know more. The last lines. So damn good.
"Whole, but I must vomit you up again and
Again, and stare in horror at the sight of"
Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

117 Views
2 Reviews
Rating
Added on November 4, 2022
Last Updated on November 23, 2022

Author

Laz K.
Laz K.

Hungary



About
I make stories, and they make me. more..

Writing
Free Free

A Poem by Laz K.


Firefly Firefly

A Poem by Laz K.