He was nothing at all like his dark depictions
With compassionate eyes of purple and blue
A look that promised to removed all my afflictions
He took my hand into his and my calmness grew
I should have felt scared as we entered this place
With its dazzling skies on twisted lightning seas
But I felt a stillness, as I looked upon his immortal face
Such human features, but an inhuman ability to create ease
And just as gently and as swiftly as he did appear
He left, but not before whispering one last thing
We were destined to meet and now I leave you here
To live your life in the death that I did bring
Nothing is certain, but we all shall one day meet our death
And then he was gone, I was gone and so was my last breath
Remove, not removed.
Love this piece. A lover walks in your life and leaves compared to death because you die when love leaves.
Some poetry is so abstract that only the poet knows what it`s about... This hit the mark for me. Honest, and inventive. not just a ton of obscure references.
Good stuff.