Forsaken Paradise

forever lost

Foot falls and paradox
these are the moments
etched in bone
carried across the wilderness
of time

Imagine the emptiness
alone on a beach
of windswept sands
driven endlessly
across tidewater dunes

What heart would choose
this loneliness
what reason could
coerce the reason
to sink beneath the wind

Yet they come
hoards of Huns and Mongols
barbarians incensed with being
without minding
all their creations

Souls seeking solace in form
desiring all of creations joy
Yet finding mostly misery
forced to forget the agreement
weighted with woe


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17 thoughts on “Forsaken Paradise

  1. Where is it we keep the truth? Everyday life is real, unchanging as a well-constructed house. But houses burn; they catch fire while we sleep. Yet, those who love you will love you forever, without questions or boundaries or the constraints of time. There are places no fire can reach.

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