HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD.


FROM INSIDE A NIGHT STORM

Thorncut deathyears healed roving path’s too many times
while a riddling cure strewn in all the nuisance…

Grievance, told to be gone, listens deafstruck.


Lived all too costly for unloved, fouled and unwished,
and if that was enough or nothing does not make a difference
when unlived truly is to prefer;
as always near to is lower than Nothing


So puny became my life that shallow beauty is life
and finding me nothing more clearly to find herein

So grand is my life that the inner also is its surface
which find itself nothing more clear to leave herein

Death is closing in, so damn irreplaceable,
the obviously final unbreakable Chooser
is already here, immodaretely in love with all called ― Life




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Written on 2023-10-31 at 12:31

Tags Life  Beauty  Surface 

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Sameen
Never has a title and subject matter of your poem fit as well as in this one.

I really felt like I was in the night storm with the speaker of the poem.

Good job
2023-10-31