The light's gospel and foreign days of pitch-black walking
I was one restless sheepwhen I walk
year after year
The sky was always
so very near
but I. . .
were always so
beyond
time and rooms
The truth to say curses
that the darkness
surrounded me
the more, I longed for
the light, you call it
perhaps for heaven
But. . .
- I say life
Religions, obedience and law
can imprison. . .
they that has not chosen it
but to drown in your own
lost soul's vacuum
is so very much more
of nothing
where
the darkness
in the self-elected
consumes from inside
so after every walk
on the days' arena
I choose
the L I G H T
Call it what you want to
I call it
L I F E
Poetry by Black Hole Poet
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Written on 2007-08-04 at 16:31
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