Lurching to the left in a swaying motion,
sudden retaliation; fear to its opponent.
Void of life ... void of awareness ... void of existence.
In the midst of the ashes lay the queen of treachery, maliciously laughing at his despair.
Poor is the one who can see but the ashes of life.
Defiantly raising his head
Beyond the laughing queen
Seeking in the distance
Escaping her despicable lies
Ripped open his chest
Light of truth
Burning his heart
To ashes, to ashes, and no more joy.
But there, oh there, is ignorance and belief.
The rescue from the weight of truth and guilt.
He climbs aboard. His big reward.
Look at the queen!
Tears in her eyes? Waving her hand. Forcing a smile. What is this trick? Why this confusion? Is she not evil? Is she not to blame?
Look to the side!
Apparent is the truth. The truth is not here, but there. The queen. Oh, the queen. It was not a laughter. She wept in despair, the loss of her heart.
The ship of ignorance carrying on. But not a ship. And not a home. A predator of trickery and lies.
Yet, growing within her; the depth of her being. A new life, new hope, new truth, new treasure.
Calm in soul
Calm in thought
Happiness at last!
I just felt like boring you all with a poem of mine.
Of course, I'm also looking for opinions, flattering, maybe even a little constructive criticism. But I wouldn't dream of it.