Category Poetry, Short Poems

I entered the gate
And everyone turned around
They had wings made of light
But I had shadows abound.

Dusk and Dawn sat hand in hand
Finally together they drank.
Their kiss made stars in heaven
And I stood gazing upon them.

Hysteria came up to me
In form of a man who spake Arcadic.
I remembered him from the night
We had spent together in the attic.

Lust and Love sat quietly
Looking in each other’s eyes.
Word and Feelings were quarelling aloud
And Horizon met the Sky.

There was Chaos
And Sage.
Sipping on wine
I was Rage.

I looked for Fathers and Priests
Called for Deities in the hall
But, Death is the only God
Who comes when you call.

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03/11/2017

The journey to the Revelation is full of ups and downs. And this poem perfectly summarizes that journey.

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