Updated: Dec 11, 2020

Is it true,

beyond the darkness of dreams,

it is just floating about,

looking for a place for redemption.

Your spirit wanders,

among the dead memories of night,

seeking that which,

engulfs its sins of a wondrous life gone by.

Hold me so close,

I stop breathing for mere moments,

taste of my victories,

witness my many defeats so long ago.

A thing of faith,

does it metaphorically exist in us,

a human luxury,

we fail not to tarnish by the seven.

Can we not just,

be a phenomenal epiphany on earth,

so it can breathe,

when our eyes finally close for the darkness.

Timothy Michael DiVito c2020


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